Kale is a symbol for a certain food elitist lifestyle, and a more-politically charged plant has never existed unless perhaps it was tea — the kind the colonists dumped in Boston Harbor — or marijuana.

Boiled or raw, kale is a great society filter. People who don’t know what it is can safely be assumed to be the sort who don’t obsess over farmers’ markets or grow their own food and consequently are not the right sort of people at all.

And those of you who don’t like it are just unwilling to transition to a greener world.

Kale has spread to chef menus everywhere, and while its highly-touted nutritional powers are best consumed raw, it’s nearly impossible to do so. It causes even goats to bloat.

Kale has a well-deserved reputation for tough and bitter, and it has to be beaten into submission for salads. But Americans are constantly looking for that morning-after pill to cure their culinary excess, a magic food that makes the dietary indulgences go away, and kale purports to do just that. Ancient Greeks boiled it to cure hangovers, possibly operating on the notion that you should fight fire with fire and when feeling bitter and beaten the antidote is more of the same.

Since its taste is difficult to swallow, it now comes disguised in chicken-sweet potato-kale soup, maple kale crisps, broccoli-kale-cranberry slaw, cheesy kale crunch — also available in chocolate chip, tarragon Dijon and Southwest ranch — and spinach and kale corn chips with sea salt.

There is also the kale martini, for those who want their hangover and cure all at once.

By the way, I recently ate some kale.

Boudin is better.

Patricia Gannon covers society for The Acadiana Advocate. She can be reached at pgannon@cmaildrop.com or at pgannon@theadvocate.com.

Be not hesitant to entertain strangers

We’re happy to see society in church. The Episcopal Church of the Ascension held an old-fashioned social and fundraiser to assist those in need to reestablish their homes. Society turned out on behalf of SOFA (Service, Outreach, Furniture, Acadiana) to raise money via a silent auction accompanied by some wine and cheese, and items up for bid included art and a ride in a vintage Starfire Oldsmobile 98. Being hospitable while contributing to the needs of others was Sylvia Turner, Dr. Gordon Brooks and wife Beth, Sally Ware, Pat Olson, Martin and Lee Audiffred, Stewart Burgess, Jerrie Olivier, the Rev. Joseph Daly, Bill Baker and brand new chaplain, the Rev. Brandt Montgomery. Heavenly music was provided by Joseph Besse and The Lagniappe Dulcimer Society of Baton Rouge, who would like to remind everyone they hold jam sessions every second Saturday.

Artwalk attracts as usual

Lafayette’s see-and-be-seen sauntered about as usual after heavy cloudbursts threatened to cancel the promenade. No storm refugees holed up in galleries here — it was champagne as usual at the AcA along with deejay Nyoki McKeith, while inside powers-that-be met, including director Dr. Gerd Wuestemann, President-elect Olivia Regard, DDA’s Nathan Norris, Vicki Chrisman and Dan Hare. Getting their art fix were Becky Collins, Dr. Terry Cromell and wife Jan, UAM curator Lee Gray, tax assessor Conrad Comeaux and Jackie Lyle and artist-gallerist Donald LeBlanc, who said his grandfather led to his current exhibition. “He was a crawfish harvester and he’d fabricate his own traps with steel and chicken wire. He introduced me to the form.” Introducing their own new form was Parc Sans Souci, who held the first-ever combination grape-stomping and wine tasting.