Purple Cabbage R.I.P.

Tribute to a Cabbage

Oh dear Cabbage, you and I were companions for over seven months of my life. And those months are filled with memories. I should have paid more attention to you but I am guilty of having hid you in the back of my fridge. You never ceased to amaze me. No matter how much I used you, you never disappeared. You seemed almost supernatural, with your ability to rejuvenate yourself. I thought you were the cabbage that would not die.

Yesterday, you proved me wrong. I reached into the back of the fridge for your crisp leaves but all I found was mush. I had neglected you for too long. Oh Purple Cabbage, I did not love you enough. I tried my best, and I will always remember your fat head on that bottom shelf.

You came from compost, may you return to compost. Rest in peace.