When I was a child, my girlfriends’ parents told them that boys were found in cabbage and girls in roses. No stork delivering babies, in France. You found them in the garden. My mother never told me such silly stories. I don’t even remember not knowing how children came into the world.
Cabbage, or chou is quite an important word in French.
We have a song, that goes Savez-vous planter les choux, à la mode, à la mode, savez-vous planter les choux à la mode de chez nous?
When you like someone, you call him/her, mon chou, which just means sweetheart or honey.
Talking about someone, you can say that s/he is un chou — such a nice person.
And we have pastry called chou à la crème, with fluffy cream and a sort of dough called pâte à choux. I am certainly forgetting a lot of French expressions including the word chou.
I took this photo at the open air market in Portland, Maine, while I was staying with Ronni Bennett, from Time Goes By and have already blogged it at Claude’s Daily Snap. You can see a larger version by clicking here
After looking at my flickr photos, I see that I have taken quite a few photos of cabbage!