A breezy, damp, dark Wednesday evening. Spirits low and not relishing the prospect of a damp Autumn I made my way to Telegraph Hill’s Peppeckish.
Those two words – Cabbage, and Soup – are usually enough to strike fear into the most courageous hearts. Fear not dear reader. Cabbage is uninspiring. Yes, it’s full of minerals and vitamins. Yes, it’s good for you. But it’s cabbage! In Britain it’s most commonly eaten with disdain as an accompaniment to a SundayContinue reading “Cabbage Soup”