The Cabbage that Ate Saarland

Last night, I wanted to make Caribbean Shrimp Soup à la James Barber for my room-mate. I don't cook much, but it is a sure-fire hit. The only trick is finding the ingredients in my new hometown. Ginger - der Ingwer - is not exactly common here, but I found it with a lemon in the random vegetables at Aldi on the way home. But no coconut milk, onions or cabbage. On to the next store - the Plus Markt near the bridge. They have onions and garlic, but no coconut milk and no cabbage. hmm. Next stop a produce market over the bridge - and I learn to pronounce Kokosnußmilch without spitting. But still no cabbage! In Germany? What about sauerkraut? Even their president was named Kohl!
So I truck up to the Saargallerie mall by the Bahnhof. There in the Rewe, I strike Kohl. Giant Kohl - the smallest cabbage they have is 3 kilograms!. And no, you can't buy a quarter. This thing is big enough to frighten small children.

After huffing up 8 flights of stairs, I have provisioned my temporary kitchen, and the soup is a winner! Now what to do with the rest of the Cabbage That Ate My Fridge ...