Bitch on the Blog

February 1, 2011

Choucroute Garnie

Filed under: Communication — bitchontheblog @ 17:51

Leaving aside my joy at hearing from Magpie, I thought I’d draw your urgent attention to the comment he just left under my “Tonight Josephine”:

“Reincarnation? Always seemed to be a bit dodgy to me….someone told me that there is one theory of reincarnation that says the only thing that you can be reincarnated as that is lower than a woman is a cabbage. I must warn youngest son …his girlfriend is a woman and named Kohl… Have to say that we seem to get on very well. She has a sense of humour.”

I ask you, Jean, whatever next? A sprouting potato gone green?

By dint of coming from that particular zone of Europe, close to Alsace, I am very fond of Kraut. Indeed there is that French term of endearment ‘chou chou’. The question is: If I were reincarnated as a cabbage would someone, lovingly, transform me into something edible, throw me to the pigs or let me wilt?




  1. Problem with “chou” is that it’s masculine as in “Mon petit chou” but I suppose one can get away with “Ma petite chou(e)”.

    What variety of kohl do you use for kraut? I’m thinking of growing a variety called Filderkraut this year it appeals as it has a pointed head….

    Comment by Magpie 11 — February 1, 2011 @ 18:25 | Reply

    • Naa, Magpie, choux are unisex. Though you are right, come to thing of it: In German ist der Kohl auch masculine. Where that leaves your son’s girlfriend, indeed where it’ll leave him, I do not know.

      You are a lucky man, Magpie, if your garden is large enough to grow cabbage. Or maybe you have an allotment. Or maybe you are Prince Charles in disguise, writing from the Duchee. ‘Filderkraut’ sounds nice, soft, dreamy – not like one of those cannon balls. I’ll order one now; let me know when the time comes.


      Comment by Ursula — February 3, 2011 @ 16:32 | Reply

  2. They might turn you into an elegant dress:!/photos/39326/1

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — February 1, 2011 @ 19:13 | Reply

    • Well, Jean, as it happens I am about to lever myself off the sofa to cook dinner. As you know I firmly believe that a cook’s mood transfers itself into his offerings so I shall keep your link till it’s all bubbling in the oven. Not that I don’t trust you to keep me smiling.


      PS I mustn’t start this boring line again but, being in second grip of the swine, I am so exhausted. Still, the young need to be fed. Lamb to slaughter, yours

      Comment by Ursula — February 1, 2011 @ 19:22 | Reply

      • Jean, that dress is so me. I LOVE it. Though must remember not to enter a rabbit warren or a pig sty at feeding time.


        Comment by Ursula — February 3, 2011 @ 16:34 | Reply

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