Braised Red Cabbage
My great-grandmother, Arizona Henry, loved her cabbage. At our house, cabbage showed up several times a week, and no one questioned it. It was just part of life and a staple at the dinner table. If there was cabbage on the stove, you knew dinner was going to be seasoned to perfection.
Grandma believed cabbage could go with just about any meat. It could stretch a meal when money was tight, balanced…
