However, the last time I brought a head up, it had quite a bit of mold on the outer leaves which didn't make me happy. I have an irrational fear of mold (((shudder))), and I felt required to dress in a hazmat suit to "clean up" the head before using it. I will admit that once the outer leaves were removed, the head of cabbage was fine. Looked fine, tasted fine, was fine.
Yesterday Papa Pea and I went into the root cellar to check on how the remaining cabbages, potatoes, carrots, beets and apples were keeping. Although dwindling in quantity, the potatoes, carrots, beets and (most of) the apples look great. But I took one look at the deteriorating state of the cabbages and asked him to remove them posthaste. I didn't want those mold spores in the root cellar. Period. Nope. Nuh-uh. Get 'em out!
Because the dear man always does what I say (choke-cough-cough-choke), he promptly did so. Then he "cleaned" the heads up before portioning them out as feed to the poultry.
But just take a gander at how good they look after he worked his magic on them. To heck with feeding them to the poultry. I'm going to use them in the kitchen!
The apples, I'm happy to say, are still keeping very well. Except for this one box that, curiously, started splitting and getting bad spots almost from the get go. Why just this one box? The apples were sorted by variety and we checked them all regularly so I don't think it could have been the proverbial "one bad apple" that caused the whole batch to go bad. The problem seems to be isolated to this one variety. One of those great mysteries . . .
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We woke to sunlight streaming in the windows this morning. Hooray! It's still chilly (barely into the 20s), but no wind and the sunshine and blue sky make everything better. Makes me want to go outside and frolic. That is if one could do much frolicking crawling around on all fours. The ice, the ice!!