This is a sort of addendum to the previous post ....
Apparently I have caused a local supply crisis in la Bourboule. The whole town has run out of white cabbage. Today I tried to buy some Brussels Sprout, but was warned off them by the shopkeeper - other customers have been complaining.
They are also out of broccoli, not a stalk to be had.
I may need to leave the town centre and go to one of the various out of town shops. Mind you, they may have been warned about me. I can just imagine them hiding all their cruciferous vegetables - it's that crazy foreigner, don't leave your cauliflowers undefended!
Snif. I am sitting on my bed, thinking longingly of the feasts of days past. Crunchy, sweet, juicy, delicious cabbage! I ate it without condiments or spices, just cut into large chunks. I spent hour upon hour, like a ruminating cow, thoughtfully chewing cabbage leaves, carefully and thoroughly, like a disciple of Fletcher.
I desire no other food at all. Faced with the dearth of cabbage I am thinking of going on another little fast, just three or four days. What is the point of eating, after all, when I cannot eat cabbage?
On the table nearby sits a tin full of shortbread, which I have brought as a gift for someone. In the past I would have had no compunction to raid the tin. But not any more. I look at the tin and wish it was full of cabbage. Shortbread no longer strikes me as food.
The last few days I noticed that my acid reflux has disappeared. And so have my stomach and intestinal issues. I am able to smell a little more each day, it seems. I can sleep at night and breathe through my nose. So my polyps appear to be shrinking.
The question is, will I have to live exclusively on cabbage for the rest of my life to retain these benefits?
I wouldn't mind all that much, actually.
Ah delicious, scrumptious, delectable cabbage!
