Jan. 19th, 2008

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My lunch is not always cabbage salad, but it often is. My coworker said "Do you seriously not eat anything but cabbage?"

And then I realized that cabbage had become, for me, what bread and rice and pasta and potatoes used to be: the thing I pile food on, the carrier of nutrition and deliciousness: the staff of life. And that's what "staff of life" means, now that I think of it: the support for the journey, right?

The more cabbage I eat the more I like it, and that's saying something, considering I have always loved it. But raw cabbage, plain, just munched on like popcorn or something, has developed an incredible sweetness and substance that I didn't notice before. And I combine it, now, with almost anything. This morning: pecans, and orange, lite jarlsberg, and a Japanese salad dressing with an Italian name. Another time: ham and tomato. Another time: slivered snow peas and bean sprouts. Many times, leftover quick pickles -- radishes, turnips, kohlrabi, carrot, cucmbers.

The nice fellow brought home a whole tatsoi, which I have never seen in the flesh, and I stirfried it with beech mushrooms from our last trip to Ranch 99 and Mitsuwa (I can't actually remember which store the mushrooms came from. Mitsuwa is not all that great for produce, actually. Everything is packaged to the hilt and most of it is expensive). It was good, good, good. Usually around here you see tatsoi leaves singly in mixed baby salad greens, and that's okay, but honestly I eat a lot of salad and I'm always pleased to work up a new cooked veggie dish that's effortless enough to do at the ridiculously late hours I've been getting home. It might be easy to grow, too. If you have any sun, and drainage.

(note to anybody who ever has to be in charge of scheduling. If you increase the workload and shrink the staff, either the work will not get done or somebody's going to have to work longer. In a child care center, the work can not be left undone. So the last person there is going to stay later than you intended, to do the things that didn't get done earlier in the day when there were fewer people to do it and more children to take care of. Oh, and: even if you can count the enrolled children and say "but we don't have more children in the program than we used to:" or "but we don't have more children in the afternoon than we used to:" if you used to have the same number of children, and three of them were still there after five o'clock, and now you have eight of them after five o'clock: and you used to have three staff after five o'clock and now you have two, and one as soon as you drop to four children: -- well, you get the picture. I'm still feeding and diapering children after six o'clock, and theoretically I'm supposed to have the room completely cleaned and be clocking out at six-thirty -- the last parent doesn't walk out the door till six-forty. I'm lucky to clock out five minutes later)

Anyway, that whole tatsoi is a yummer.

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