Got home last night. Sniffed the kraut that
hhholiday so lovingly tended in my absence. H described it as an "old man smell." Strange, but I had faith from her reports that the aroma of the brine didn't reflect the actual flavor of the kraut. First things first, we spent the evening focused on, ahem, more important things, and left our kraut baby to rest
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