When I was a Veggie-Toddler, my mum used to make something for me with caraway. At least, I’m sure of it, because when I started frying this up, I had a Proustian moment, and the earthy smell transported me back our our teeny flat where I had stuck Babar transfers wherever I thought she wouldn’t…
Roasted Cabbage
I once read on a blog that you have to be damned sure that you’re commited to someone before you buy a cabbage together, as it takes so long to use it up. I wish I could find the post again, because I think of it every time I have a cabbage languishing in my…