Public service announcement:
Tried Cavolo Nero this week, although I am late to the trend. Only ended up with it thanks to the M&S Two Dine For offer - so really, this is on them.
Felt very smug cooking it with a fancy chicken Kyiv, draped it on the plate like I was on a naice lifestyle programme. Delicious. No complaints for taste.
Anyway. No one warned me it turns your insides into a wind farm.
Honestly, I’ve never produced so much gas from something that looks that innocent. It sits there all posh and like it will do you some good, then two hours later you’re basically a malfunctioning trumpet. This was worse than the Jerusalem artichoke and cauliflower diplomatic stink from 2009.
I produced fart after fart so deep, long lasting and mournful that all the dogs in the neighbour started howling.
Yes it’s healthy and trendy. Yes it tastes nice. But this is NOT a vegetable you eat before school run, a car journey, or any situation involving silence. Certainly not for a first date.
So thank you, M&S, for the bargain dinner and the biological warfare.
Is it just me? What turns you into a human whoopee cushion?