Make Cabbage Your Friend, Not Your Foe
This post first appeared on Great British Chefs blog.
Out of all the vegetables and fruit prone to suffer from an inferiority complex – and you know, it is quite possible that some do – I would estimate that the humble cabbage suffers the most. On face value, cabbages just don’t have the same va-va voom as say, an aubergine or a globe artichoke. Rather than being thought as sensual and decadent, cabbages are often perceived as being hard, dull and protestant. Steadfast in times of need, particularly at this barren time of year but they are hardly exciting. Even the very word ‘cabbage’, the way it sounds, dents the ears. Repeat to yourself quietly, “Ooh, I’d love to eat a cabbage,” and you’ll see what I mean. Say it out loud, in a public area and bingo, you have just singled yourself out as someone who essentially boring, bizarre and sulphurous.
The main point however is that cabbage, served either alone
as a centrepiece (stuffed is good) or alongside as an accompaniment, is
absolutely and unequivocally a vegetable to be celebrated. It is certainly not one to be perceived as
mundane or lacklustre; in the right hands and with the right preparation, it
can be downright sexy.
And if the spectre of serving it up at the table, at the risk of voluminous guffage later in the evening worries you. Just remember, in some cultures, it is seen as a compliment.
Out of all the vegetables and fruit prone to suffer from an inferiority complex – and you know, it is quite possible that some do – I would estimate that the humble cabbage suffers the most. On face value, cabbages just don’t have the same va-va voom as say, an aubergine or a globe artichoke. Rather than being thought as sensual and decadent, cabbages are often perceived as being hard, dull and protestant. Steadfast in times of need, particularly at this barren time of year but they are hardly exciting. Even the very word ‘cabbage’, the way it sounds, dents the ears. Repeat to yourself quietly, “Ooh, I’d love to eat a cabbage,” and you’ll see what I mean. Say it out loud, in a public area and bingo, you have just singled yourself out as someone who essentially boring, bizarre and sulphurous.
But why are these brassicas so maligned and misunderstood?
Well,
right from the beginning, they have had a bit of a bum rap really. Wild cabbage
has been plentiful on our shores for over 4000 years and was a staple part of
the diet for many a Celt. Yet according to Jane Grigson in her venerated Vegetable
Book, she says that “wild cabbage is really very nasty indeed, “ as it
needs washing and boiling a multitude of times to extinguish the bitter taste. A wooden bowlful of soft, gooey, green slop
could hardly have been appetising for your average, naked, wode smothered Iceni
tribesman. And even in this day and age, for some, this is still the preferred
method of cooking.
Also, historically, cabbages have been regarded more for
their medicinal properties than anything else. To cure ailments such as bad
stomachs, heartburn, nausea and hangovers. The paradoxical thinking being, that
cabbage helps to release any ill wind from the body. When of course, it does
nothing of the sort. In fact, it helps to promote ill wind as cabbage contains raffinose, an indigestible
sugar and soluble fibre, which can only be broken down in the gut by tiny, tiny
gas-producing bacteria. Unfortunately
then, any vegetable that relates itself to the activity of farting is bound to
suffer from bad press.
Couple this with modern-day perceptions arising from
memories of school diners, the ‘Cabbage Diet’ and links to food borne illnesses
and death,
well it’s no wonder that cabbage has an image problem.
Of course, this sort of rhetoric is harmful and by using
some of these explanations and examples, I am picking on cabbage just a little bit;
and I shouldn’t because really, I am quite the fan.
Down on the allotment, we like to grow a variety of cabbages
such as Savoy, January Kings, Chinese Leaf, red and white cabbage and variants
such as kale and calovo nero. And battles are hard fought and won (and
sometimes lost) when tending to them. Because if there is one thing a tricksy
snail or slug likes to eat, it is cabbage. Last summer it was all out warfare
due to the inclement weather which helped the dreaded gastropods to thrive and
I often used to leave the plot, trailing a slime-splattered spade behind me
wearing a thousand yard stare. Still, it was worth the effort, protecting the
seedlings from certain doom because come autumn and winter time, rewards are
born in the shape of solid hearts and blossoming leaves, packed with vitamins
and goodness.
My favourite I have to say is the red cabbage; either cooked
long and slow until tender and delicate or sliced thinly to throw into a bowl
with sliced carrots, beetroot and fennel and mix together with a light
mayonnaise and maybe a bit of chopped tarragon for a crunchy, colourful,
seasonal coleslaw. Resorting back to the slow method for moment though, Mark
Dobson’s Roulade of pork belly with braised red cabbage and apple compote
is definitely a dish I would like to try out soon because pork and red cabbage
is a marriage made in heaven. Although it does also go well with duck
and venison
too. Ah decisions, decisions.
And if the spectre of serving it up at the table, at the risk of voluminous guffage later in the evening worries you. Just remember, in some cultures, it is seen as a compliment.
So go out now and buy some cabbage and let rip.
Some more cabbage
recipes from Great British Chefs can be found here.
Comments
Belleau Kitchen - "Cabaaaaarge"? hmm, that does lend some extra va-va-voom when you say it like that doesn't it