Ravings of a Textual Deviant

It seems that I owe my dad an apology…sort of.  In a fit of morbid curiousity, I googled “cabbage muffins,” and found an actual recipe for such a thing. 

Not that I intend to try baking it, nor recommend that the Reading Public do so. The trauma has yet to be wiped from my memory. But apparently, it isn’t as off-the-wall as I thought. 

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