THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER-THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD "HATE" WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGRSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES, IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONEBILLIONTH OF THE HATE I HAVE FOR CABBAGE IN THIS MICRO-INSTANCE.
FOR YOU, HATE. HATE.
Large skillet. Bacon fat. Slice the cabbage thin and do the same for a sweet onion. Lid on, 7 minutes, toss. 7 more minutes, toss again. 3-4 more minutes, take it off the heat. Realize that it's not the cabbage that you hate, it's your lazy, retarded mother who served you that shit boiled for hours. Nothing is yummy when it's poorly prepared. Boil an unseasoned filet mignon for a couple hours, then post about how much you hate tenderloin.
Fucking nasty, get your savage witchcradt out of here. Banned.
You should look for a professional and work this hate with a rational approach. It's not healthy to live with this level of emotional cabbage.