Boiled cabbage - Ugh! Pools of tepid water concealing white, lumpy stumps. Pale tired and wilted leaves floating listlessly on the flaccid surface. Hanging over this unappetising overcooked mess like mist over a foetid swamp was a heavy, unpleasant odour associated ever after with cheap boarding houses, greasy-spoon cafes, and of course - awful school dinners. It wasn't until much later that coleslaw, bubble and squeak, or finely shredded steamed cabbage and smoky bacon, arrived to help save the poor old cabbage's reputation.