Quotes About Cabbage

Worship a cabbage white butterfly, or a cabbage root maggot, or a cabbage. For God is all of these equally, or nothing at all: take your pick. A messiah would be better off appearing as a flower- able to turn water into nectar- look there for a miracle! Worship what you will if you must...but the world needs love more than worship. In love lies the only real shelter there is...

Christopher Columbus's favorite vegetable?" asked the lunch lady. Deedee knew that one. "Cabbage!

Cabbage: A familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head.

Oddly, recipes came with warnings that to eat reheated cabbage was fatal. "Twice cooked cabbage is death," an ancient adage popular in the Renaissance, referred both to that belief and to the tedium of listening to a comment repeated over and over.

Inside, cooking smells maneuvered through the house: cow liver, sweet potatoes, stewed onions, cabbage - scents that were as assertive as colors.

The sole work and deed of universal freedom is therefore death, a death too which has no inner significance or filling, for what is negated is the empty point of the absolutely free self. It is thus the coldest and meanest of all deaths, with no more significance than cutting off a head of cabbage or swallowing a mouthful of water

The Romans made sauerkraut and were great cabbage enthusiasts. Cato suggested that women would live long, healthy lives if they washed their genitals in the urine of a cabbage eater. He was listened to on health matters, since in an age of short lives and high infant mortality he lived to be over eighty and claimed to have fathered twenty-eight sons, all of which he credited to eating cabbage with salt and vinegar.

THE ROMANS SALTED their greens, believing this to counteract the natural bitterness, which is the origin of the word salad, salted. The oldest surviving complete book of Latin prose, Cato's second-century-B.C. practical guide to rural life, De agricultura, suggests eating cabbage this way: If you want your cabbage chopped, washed, dried, sprinkled with salt or vinegar, there is nothing healthier.

The problem with labels is that they lead to stereotypes and stereotypes lead to generalizations and generalizations lead to assumptions and assumptions lead back to stereotypes. It's a vicious cycle, and after you go around and around a bunch of times you end up believing that all vegans only eat cabbage and all gay people love musicals.

I was an avid reader as a child. I am losing that habit now, as my brain congeals into cabbage from wearing too many heels and too much foundation.

Green as you are cabbage looking

The apartment was haunted by the ghost of her long departed cabbage.

No more nightmares about the Fishers?" "Last night," Tanzie said, "I dreamed about a cabbage that could roller-skate. It was called Kevin." Mum gave her a long look. "Right.

I'd say I'm a good cook. I have a lot of German recipes that I can make - schnitzel, meatballs and things with cabbage. I love cabbage.

Sauerkraut (nonpasteurized)

Do people like greeting cards?" "Yes, I believe they do. There are numerous heads of cabbage and birthdays to acknowledge.

There was also the fact that sending a penniless writer to get $135 worth of beer was — as Khrushchev said of Nixon — 'like sending a goat to tend the cabbage'.

I'd guess that you have some purpose to fulfill and that is why you were saved. But don't get a swelled head over it. A cabbage has a purpose when someone needs to make soup.

He must have found that bastard under a cabbage leaf, then,

I am often asked the question: 'What is your favorite type of food?' Although I always answer Japanese, the real response should be and is pierogi, the delectable Polish dumplings that my mother, Big Martha, made so well in many incarnations: potato, sweet cabbage, blueberry, peach, plum, and apricot.

Cabbage: a familiar kitchen-garden vegetable about as large and wise as a man's head.

I suppose I won't see you for a while, so farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life!

I suppose I won't see you for a while, so farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look

I like pickled onions, I like piccalilli. Pickled cabbage is all right With a bit of cold meat on Sunday night. I can go termartoes, But what I do prefer, Is a little bit of cu-cum-cu-cum-cu-cum, A little bit of cucumber.