when you're in the mood for sauerkraut . . .
When you don't have sauerkraut, and you do have cabbage, and you're willing to wait one day but not six weeks:
1. shred your cabbage all all up
2. put it in a glass bowl with a little salt (really, just a teaspoon for half a head of cabbage)
3. put a little whey from the top of the yogurt, or a little lemon juice or vinegar
4. put a weight. I used a smaller bowl, in which I put a large jar of water
5. leave it overnight
6. in the morning, put some vinegar. You could put dill now
7. a few hours later, drain it. I rinsed it to make it less salty
Then I shredded pastrami into it and put some brown mustard on it and ate it like that for a reuben salad.
On a related front, I have too many parsnips, for complicated reasons. And almost no onion or garlic for another week or so. I am about to prove to myself that it is possible to eat well without onion or garlic, I suppose.
On a completely unrelated front, we're well into springtime action around here, with the birds making a racket and attempting to flock. I say attempting because Rachel Carson was completely correct and we've got just ragged little refugee communities of birds. They're not getting more than twenty or thirty together, when they should be blacking out the sky.
1. shred your cabbage all all up
2. put it in a glass bowl with a little salt (really, just a teaspoon for half a head of cabbage)
3. put a little whey from the top of the yogurt, or a little lemon juice or vinegar
4. put a weight. I used a smaller bowl, in which I put a large jar of water
5. leave it overnight
6. in the morning, put some vinegar. You could put dill now
7. a few hours later, drain it. I rinsed it to make it less salty
Then I shredded pastrami into it and put some brown mustard on it and ate it like that for a reuben salad.
On a related front, I have too many parsnips, for complicated reasons. And almost no onion or garlic for another week or so. I am about to prove to myself that it is possible to eat well without onion or garlic, I suppose.
On a completely unrelated front, we're well into springtime action around here, with the birds making a racket and attempting to flock. I say attempting because Rachel Carson was completely correct and we've got just ragged little refugee communities of birds. They're not getting more than twenty or thirty together, when they should be blacking out the sky.