I didn't harvest the one cabbage head I had growing before the frost on Saturday night. I thought I should, but figured it would weather the storm okay. It did well, for the most part and only showed damage to the outer tips.
It was just beautiful, topped four pounds on the scale and was my pride and joy. It's the first cabbage I've ever grown. I've attempted a few times, but from what I've deduced since growing this one, the lack of sun didn't allow it to head up. I cut it today intending to use it tonight for dinner, but when I was cutting off the outer leaves, each layer got more and more horrific.
Cabbage worms. I thought I'd been so diligent, and I had been, plucking them off of the outer leaves every day like I had been, but these suckers are squirrely. With each layer I pulled off, I noticed more and more green caviar looking, but not as tasty-I'm sure, cabbage worm excrement and found three or four of the fattest, most well-fed infidels you've ever seen.
Just when I figured I'd peeled off all of the associated layers, I figured this since I only had less than a half pound left of the original darn cabbage head, I broke off one leaf only to fling one of those obese worms straight at my face.
That was it for me, and yes, EG, I screamed like a girl, but being as I AM a girl, I'm completely in my right.
So, no more cabbage for me. We don't buy it at the grocery. We like it, we just don't buy it. Therefore I know if we grew it, we'd eat it, but I'm not thinking I'm going to be interested in trying it again so soon. Maybe the man will thank me for not making the house smell like wet newspaper when I would undoubtedly overcook it.
Rotten cabbage worms.
The morning comes early. Sweet gardening dreams.
January 27, 2015 - Family update
2 years ago