I remember as a child going to visit our Godparents and they asked if we would like something to eat. My dad said yes, we would. Faye served us Cabbage Soup which we didn’t know what it was when we fist tasted the Soup. The funny part is my entire family likes the Soup until we heard the word Cabbage then all of my family decided we didn’t like the Soup but we did finish our bowls. The second time I remember Cabbage is when I came home from school. My mom was having a permanent done by my Aunt and our house stuck to high-Heaven. I remembered it reminded…