When I was a small child, the only men I considered attractive were those with perfectly combed, straight hair. Being attractive, as far as I was concerned, was exactly the same thing as having a neatly organized hairstyle. So it should come as no surprise to learn that what I considered the epitome of bad taste was the bizarre “cabbage tureen” manufactured since 1860 by Portugal’s Bordallo Pinheiro ceramics company.
People who owned a Bordallo cabbage tureen didn’t actually serve soup from it. The habit of serving soup from a specific container at the table was already outdated by then. People would only observe this ritual for special holiday meals. Instead, the tureen served as a centerpiece, a decorative touch, a non-functional representation of cabbage-ness. Empty, solitary, cold and useless in the middle of a table, it was the first thing you’d see when entering the room. Wrinkled, knobby, green on green, it’s an excessive object — everything that I found distasteful, at the time. It was a mystery, to me, why anyone would want to own and display this object.
Later, I’d come to understand that here in Portugal a cabbage is never simply a cabbage. It’s a potent symbol of rural life, peasant life. Caldo Verde, a peasant’s potato and cabbage soup, is a dish emblematic of Portugal-ness. Many of our gardens are cabbage gardens; neighbours, friends, and relatives often give and receive cabbages as heartfelt Christmas gifts.
Today, I am one of these mysterious persons who owns a cabbage tureen. It’s visually loud, hard to wash, and not so easy to use either. I live in constant fear of breaking it. I treasure my tureen, the very existence of which demonstrates not only my ability to protect something fragile but also my participation in the cultural continuum of my native land.
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