So. Much. Cabbage.

Hello! I’m new in these parts. 

I live in Switzerland and here I am considered ‘high risk’. On doctors instructions, I don’t leave my studio much. I call it my Garrett. 

This sometimes, like this week, leads to some... interesting food situations. 

My stores this week contained the standard store cupboard staples, a cabbage, a pack of chicken and half a sad red pepper. Oh, and some eggs. 

I’m not going to lie, I could not face the thought of fried cabbage and friend chicken. 

So I got inventive. 

Meal one:

A two egg omelette with 1/4 of the sad pepper, cabbage, chicken and some bagged Parmesan equivenent that needed using. 

Meal 2:

Cabbage fritters with the last two, forgotten, rashers of bacon. Mix eggs with veg and flour until dough, then pan fry. 

Meal 3 (and I’m proud of this one):

Chicken, cabbage and the very last quarter of my sad red pepper in oyster sauce. This was oyster sauce, honey, chinese cooking wine, a touch of soy and with sesame seeds sprinkled over the top to make it feel fancy. 

I’m getting more shopping tomorrow. I am so excited to have something other than cabbage. My Irish grandmother would be sucking her teeth to hear that. In fact, I spoke to her tonight and she said ‘it’s good for you, Rebecca. You don’t have to enjoy it.’ Which seems like the most my grandmother thing to say. 

I did enjoy it though. And the glass of white wine that went with it. 

Cheers, confines kitchen folk. Be well.