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It seems all anyone can talk about these days is kale. Poor quinoa must be sitting in the corner in floods of protein-rich tears remembering when all Gwyneth Paltrow’s recipes had it as the star ingredient (no one likes being ‘consciously uncoupled’ from Gwyneth).
When I first heard about this ‘miracle vegetable’, I was ready to motorboat a bunch of the stuff immediately! I raced to the shops, (averting my adulterous eyes from the silverbeet I’d been having a culinary romance with for years), grabbed a bunch of the vegetable de jour and prepared my body for its date with nutritional perfection…
Three meals in, however, I was starting to realise I’d made a terrible mistake.
So here I am, out on a cruciferous limb, anticipating the hate I’ll get (especially from Kevin Bacon) for saying: I don’t reckon kale is all it’s cracked up to be. And this is why…
1. Fibre is good - just not that much of it
After my third kale-laden stir-fry I was wondering whether I’d accidentally slipped a batch of roofing insulation in with the carrots. I’m pretty sure none of the health bloggers mentioned in their endless ‘kale is so perfect you’ll want to have babies with it’ commentary that ‘after you eat it you’ll feel like you’ve swallowed a pillow’.
Naturally I assumed the issue was my (lack of) culinary skills, so I tried a few different cooking methods and every time: concrete guts. Then I moved to juicing and a couple of days later this article pops up online…