Stuffed Cabbage

As a favor to a gardener friend in Montecito, Calif., I agreed to give a speech at a dinner meeting of the national flower-show judges of the Garden Clubs of America, held under the glorious Tiffany skylight of the main dining room of that pinnacle of well-born New York femininity, The Colony Club. Since the only plants I know much about are grown for the table, and lecturing to flower ladies about edible blooms seemed a bit like giving a speech on infanticide to obstetricians, I was stumpe