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Free associations on cabbage
I made stuffed cabbage last night. The original plan was to make the football-sized poulet vert*, but on discovering that I didn’t have any kitchen twine, settled for the much easier Savoy variant, petits choux. I used leftover chicken as the base for the stuffing, though I think it would have worked better with a moister meat like ground pork or beef. Also included was a sizeable hunk of bread and no fewer than three onion variants.

They’re gloriously tasty.

The exercise got me to thinking, though, because my only maternal male cousin was called petit chou by his mom for the longest time. It’s a curious choice of pet names. I mean, really... unless you're really hungry, cabbage of any kind doesn't come off as particularly endearing. I’m wondering if it might be a regional holdover that managed to stay in my family over the ages.

Personally, I don’t recall having an ongoing pet name. My dad occasionally would call me "hot dog," but usually only if I was being a wise-ass. My mom would also toss out "Pierre" from time to time, but I think that had more to do with the fact that she wanted me to be named "Pierre Michel" instead of the far less exotic "Peter Paul." (No Mounds or Almond Joy jokes from you.)

My cousin grew up into the closest living incarnation of a Ken doll I can imagine. He showed up at our last family reunion looking like he had been decked out for a visit to Barbie's Dream House. He walked over the hill and posed with perfectly coifed hair and clothes that were meant to be casual but expensive-looking. He had a pretty young blonde woman (too short to be Barbie, sadly) at his left arm and a freshly-groomed cocker spaniel on a lead at his right. Although there was a general feeling of "My God, WTF is up with that?" that circulated amongst his more earthy and much more dowdy relatives, I found I couldn't cast to many stones...

He’s a successful attorney with a client base that spans the eastern seaboard.

I’m a bureaucrat whose life stalled and then went decidedly south.

I get to thinking like this, and I realize that my life has been resting on the edge of a knife. If I can tread the path, I can turn this whole exercise into something meaningful and fulfilling. Stray, and I could well plummet into the depths waste and despair. Humans do not thrive on misery, but I think a fair number of us have come to expect it.

Better to think only of the food and not let my musings stray so far. Perhaps later, I will give you the secret to my pumpkin pie.


*That would be green chicken for the uninitiated.
**Little cabbages

Current Mood: thinking
Current Music: Soul Coughing, "The Idiot Kings"

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clayrobeson From: clayrobeson Date: October 23rd, 2002 01:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
...but I think that had more to do with the fact that she wanted me to be named "Pierre Michel" instead of the far less exotic "Peter Paul." (No Mounds or Almond Joy jokes from you.)

What about Mary jokes? :D Can I call you Mary and sing Puff the Magic Dragon to you?

On a more serious note, if we don't tread on the knife, we don't get anywhere. The only bridges between where we are and where we want to be are usually knife blades, and so we walk and hope our feet are calloused enough to make it across.

Just remember, though, if you start fall, there are people near by to help steady you.
komos From: komos Date: October 23rd, 2002 01:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Little Jacky Paper?

What about Mary jokes? :D Can I call you Mary and sing Puff the Magic Dragon to you?

This is a continuation of that whole "everyone wants to do me" idea, isn't it? ;P

A little more seriously, one of the first girls I ever dated was named Mary, so I did go through a stage where I was greeted with, "Look, it's Peter Paul... and Mary."

"Puff the Magic Dragon" was one of the first songs I ever learned by heart. Coincidence?


Just remember, though, if you start fall, there are people near by to help steady you.

Oh, I know, and I'm more convinced of that than ever. I know good people. It really is that simple.

Thanks for the encouragement, though. It is appreciated. ^_^
wisdom_seeker From: wisdom_seeker Date: October 23rd, 2002 04:02 pm (UTC) (Link)

Petit Chou

My High School French teacher used to call me this. It's definitely a traditional French term of endearment.

Je t'aime, mon petit chou...
komos From: komos Date: October 23rd, 2002 05:59 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Petit Chou

Honestly, I could do without being called a cabbage... tradition or no. ;P
komos From: komos Date: October 24th, 2002 08:39 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Petit Chou

Sorry, didn't mean for that to sound as snippy as it reads now. ^_^

'Course, now I have a question... should poulet be feminine? My French brain has all but shut off at this point.
wisdom_seeker From: wisdom_seeker Date: October 24th, 2002 03:47 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Petit Chou

Je pense que c'est masculine...
riverbank From: riverbank Date: October 23rd, 2002 06:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
i have a plethera of petnames, everyone wants to call me something unique to our relationsip.
sounds like your an excellent cook. my diet consists mainly of rice and bean borritos, (cause i'm lazy). can food be an inner mirror if so what does that say about the path i'm taking.i
komos From: komos Date: October 23rd, 2002 07:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
Heh... I do ok. I think it sounds that way because I tend to intellectualize the process the way I do most things. The whys and hows of what I put together are just as important to me as the end result.

I think that food can be a mirror, but it doesn't necessarily say all that much. For some, it may just be an indication that food is simply fuel. On the other side of the spectrum, food is a way of life. Like most things, its importance is dictated by what it means to us.

I think for me, the relationship I have to food is important on a number of levels. At the heart of things, I am a sensualist, and I find that food can be sublime. Add to that the strange lessons in deprivation I learned from my crazy aunt (mother to my Ken doll cousin) and the lean years after my parents divorce. Mix thoroughly and then add inadvertent training as a pseudo-sous chef at a country club when one of the staff walked off the job. Once you're done with all of that, you have some idea of where I stand in the spectrum.

Or perhaps that was more confusing. ::shrug:: Don't know. There'll probably be more on this later.
riverbank From: riverbank Date: October 23rd, 2002 09:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re:

i see
komos From: komos Date: October 24th, 2002 05:55 am (UTC) (Link)
Sorry, too much? ;)
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komos From: komos Date: October 24th, 2002 08:35 am (UTC) (Link)
See, in my head, that's cool somehow.

Added thought... I've also not really ever had a nickname. The closest I've come is the odd person that calls me "Pete." (Well, outside of "dork," but I don't think(?) that counts...)

And thanks on the ditto. Back atcha.

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