Canned Cabbage.
You Don’t Can Cabbage!
In The Kitchen
Me: Happily humming a tune, chopping cabbage until the husband enters.
Husband frowns at me and says: “You’re not going to can that Cabbage are you?
Me: “What! Can the Cabbage? Who on earth cans cabbage?”
Hubby shakes his head, rolling his eyes so far back that his eyeballs nearly fall out, then says: “But, my dear! You’re shredding enough for England, and there is only two of us. Don’t you know our cabbages turn green if we don’t can them!”
Me shaking a finger at my husband, then says: “You’re already green, and you’ll be greener and canned yourself if you don’t get out of my kitchen!”
Husband, Laughing: “I’m no greener than you’ll be, if you look at that thing any longer!”
Me feeling annoyed: “It’s only veg!”
Husband says: “Go vegitate then!”
Me: “I’m not a garden, you canned Cabbage!”
Husband laughing sacarstically: “Oh well, vegitating is one way to start a family!”
I just ignore him and try to finish making tea.
Husband: “Are you sure that you don’t want to can it?”
