Kale is not food

I’ve tried. Lord knows I *have* tried.

I have treated it like cabbage. I have treated it like spinach. I’ve treated it as something in between the two.

I’ve stir-fried it, boiled it, steamed it, shredded it into a pasta & goats cheese dish, pureed it into potato soup.

The kids won’t eat it. T.O.M. won’t eat it . . . and his face approached that of an early Christian martyr about to fed to the lions when the kale made its appearance. I don’t like it, and I’m pretty unfussy.

And it remains the most inedible, stringy, prickly, bitter and repulsive piece of greenery I have ever had the misfortune to come across.

I have asked Abel and Cole not EVER to include it in my veg box again.

And that’s all I have to say about that.