My sister made my family bct sandwiches,-bacon, cabbage and tomato. Apparently the head of cabbage looked a lot like iceberg lettuce to her. However, that may have been a clever excuse: this is the same sister who made a casserole and substituted an old can of octopus that she found somewhere in the dusty recesses of my parents' cupboard, and tried to convince my brother and I that it was chicken. The chewy texture and suction cups were a dead giveaway that it was not chicken. She also mixed saurkraut in a chocolate cake recipe because she"d met an old Russian couple who substituted saurkraut for coconut in their cakes and she thought it was a thrifty, cool idea. Her attempt did not taste like coconut. That was 30 some-odd years ago when I was in high school, and I don't recollect eating any of her cooking since then. Granted, we,'re on opposite sides of the country, but I really think fear is my bigger motivator, no matter how much I care for her.