Kale is one of the most nutritious vegetables you can lay your hands on, but, as a pious pal recently pointed out, it has a less positive impact if you leave it in the fridge for two weeks and then chuck it in the bin.
While I haven’t quite thrown away more spinach and curly kale than I’ve had hot dinners, the number is certainly more than I’ve had hot dinners featuring spinach and kale.
I buy kale on a semi-regular basis, because, as I always explain to concerned friends, I least know the basics of food nutrition and I understand what I should eat, I just don’t always apply those theories.
When it comes to meal times there is, invariably, something more appealing in the fridge than those stalk-heavy greens.
Earlier this year, while I was suffering from a frequent winter cold, the type which bedevil us weaklings, one of those concerned friends passed on a tip from her nutritionist chum to help fight off worst of my lurgy - kale and garlic soup!
I liked the idea of that. A dish sky-high in goodness with a bit of punch.
Since then I’ve bought almost a field full of kale. I’ve even taken to transferring it from the plastic bag packaging to an airtight tub, in order to prolong its shelf life before I throw it away. It’s always a rather depressing moment when I take the lid off the tub to find the poor Brassica is way past its best and has lost its verdant colour.
The reality is I’ll probably cook a unicorn curry with dodo pakora before I conjure up a cabbage-based soup. Although given the current parlous political situation, in a few years time we might be all be eating a lot more cabbage-based soup...
I’ve had a fair run at the gym(s), with visits to Prince Regent and the King Alfred in the past few days and a few more pencilled in for the weekend.
The good thing is, my wonky back is feeling fractionally less wonky.
As I huffed my way through a cat-camel stretch (it would make a yogi cry) I readied myself for the familiar ache at the bottom of my spine, but instead, it felt fine...
The procedure I had on my back (burning out the nerves which were supplying too many unwanted pain signals to the noggin) seems to be kicking in, which was ruddy marvellous news. A few days on, after a long week of sedentary desk-bound keyboard hammering, it’s not quite so good, but like a middle-aged male Polyanna, with considerably less hair, I’m optimistic.
I’m also still enjoying the vario cross trainer at the King Alfred. It’s a combo of a step machine and a cross trainer and is about as close as I get to running without causing untold grief to my back.
It’s a big old machine and I’m sure I look a bit of a lemon, happily striding away on it, but, as this column shows, it’s a been long time since I’ve worried about looking like a clot.
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