One of autumn’s little savoy cabbages (Traviata) has stood, ignored, since Halloween.
I assumed it was half eaten by slugs by now.
We’re having rump steak and blue cheese sauce tonight – doesn’t everyone on a Monday?! – so Savoy cabbage seemed the perfect accompaniment.
“I’ll just check that one at the allotment, on the off chance…” I said, on the way to the shops.