It started appearing by the stove:
Then I saw it perched on a barstool:
Red cabbage seemed to be populating and migrating around my kitchen. I suspected the usual kitchen mess culprit: My Toddler.
I called her name, and her usually pink cheeks and chin, which she turned up in response, were smeared in an impressive blue drool.
Without going into the science of it (which I do not know), I will just say that red cabbage produces a blue color when boiled or smashed up. In this case, my daughter’s little teeth had generated a liquid that was the hue of cobalt and twilight (no, not the Vampire abomination – the sky), and now she looked like a smurf.
Before this, I had just thought it a bit odd that an 18 month old was so fond of raw red cabbage leaves. Now I know that it is part of some larger plan to destroy my kitchen floor and at least two items of clothing.
Vegetarian parenting – is there any greater adventure? Not at the moment. Not here, anyway.
