My sauerkraut took three days to reach bubbling-obviously-somebody’s-happy (bacteria) stage. This is apparently not uncommon but the way I recall from making it as a kid was it got to that within ONE day. This is probably because I’m thinking of Midwest summers where it was 90+F/32+C and 100% humidity without air conditioning in the house.
If you’re unfamiliar with the concept, think of why we all have refrigerators in our homes: bacteri-eri-a loves warm and moist conditions.
My apartment is typically lower than the (I googled this shite) 72F most people who ferment nowadays keep their homes.
I dared dig through the cabbage leaf barrier (which was the not-so-wanted browning, which is to be expected as it’s the top, getting oxygen) to taste-test yesterday (day 4).
It was too gross for me to think about dropping it back in there. Thus we are returned to my too large plates (not a euphemism, see previous post; my plates aren’t the same size as the plates I used as a kid but this is the same crock I used as a child in the 1970s, which my grandmother — or possibly great grandmother — used). I’ve written about my cast iron skillets. One was from my maternal great-grandmother! In the Ozarks, you keep using things until that are no longer usable. A crock and a cast iron skillet can get some travel!
Back to the kraut! I tasted it yesterday and now I’m worried that it’s far too salty. I think my error was in using my Celtic Sea Salt rather than Kosher Salt that I grew up using. The Kosher salt is smaller crumbles and I think therein my physics failed…like if you crunched those bigger chunks apart into finer grains, would they equal ‘more?’ I dunno! Ugh. The ignorance is not blissful!
Guess who texted me today?
My kindergarten teacher.
For realz! I’m in my 40s and I still get approbation from Miss B! She wuvs me, not like my parents.
Miss B went and growed up too and got married and had a baby and that baby had a baby so now she’s a granny! Crazy! Since Foster Sis invited me out, got me to buy airfare home, then planned a business trip the week I’d be there (she’ll be in Arizona, I’ll be … in her flat without transportation), MISS B is coming from like THREE hours away to pick me up and carry my overgrown American arse around for a day. HOW FUN?!
Hope she doesn’t mind that I haven’t grown out of drinking to excess…
I really hope this works out with Miss B cos what a wonderful thing to have such a relationship, huh? Not everybody keeps up with their kindergarten teacher. 🙂