Its all coming back to me now as I raise the spoon to my lips. The memory is more than vivid, all senses are on alert. The taste-buds scream Noooooooooo... to deaf ears. The nostrils flare as if they had caught a whiff of something particularly putrid. Like a mad woman I search for the bottom of the bowl. Desperate to see the more slender me looking back up. Neither is there a fairy Godmother with a magic wand. What I do see is my new friend. Meet Cabbage. Cabbage is duh bomb, in more ways than you'll ever know! Ahhhhhh...when will a gal learn eh?

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