Sunday, Sept. 23, 2007
This week, for reasons I simply don't understand, I had a sauerkraut craving. I have no idea why sauerkraut was on my culinary radar, but there I was in the grocery store Thursday, carefully weighing my pickled cabbage options.
Sadly, they do not sell sauerkraut in small amounts. Apparently, most of your 'kraut eaters are deeply committed to the ingestion of pickled cabbage and do not want trifling portions. So my basic options were large, larger and lady, you're going to need two hands to lift this.
Fine. Home I toddled with a large container of sauerkraut. I made myself an open-faced sandwich comprised of sourdough bread, 'kraut, and a topping of mozzarella cheese, put it under the broiler, and promptly satisfied my pickled cabbage needs.
Which left me with approximately 1,214 additional portions. Oh dear.
I tried interesting the spousal unit in the pickled cabbage possibilities. He sniffed it, wrinkled his nose, and said "Wouldn't want to be missing this boat," with sarcasm that was only slightly less pungent than the 'kraut fumes filling our kitchen.
So the next day I made myself an open-faced sandwich comprised of sourdough bread, 'kraut, and a topping of Mozzarella cheese. Again. Which left me with approximately 1,213 additonal portions. Even worse, my 'kraut craving was over.
What to do?
I really hate to throw food away. The sensible thing would be to throw the 'kraut in the compost, but that would probably wipe out our worm colony. I could throw it in the garbage, but that is wasteful.
So I dutifully put it in a plastic container and put it in the back of the fridge where I will find its mouldy corpse a few months from now. Once it's disease ridden I can throw it away in good conscience because it is no longer food and instead a health threat.
As you can see, I live my life with Vulcan like logic.
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