This is Brad. This is sorta the look he made when he first found out that I made sauerkraut. I knew The Brad would really hate my making sauerkraut, make a big deal of it. Tell me there's "no good place to put it" while it ferments. Complain of the smell. Find it to be a "weird hippie thing." He came home on the night I made it, looked at the bowl. Here's the conversation that followed.
-What's that?
-See for yourself
-Why is there a rock in a plastic bag on top of smelly nastiness?
-The rock is keeping my homemade sauerkraut submerged in brine for the next week or so.
-Get it out of here.
-No.
-Your hippie days are long over. Get it out of here.
-Maybe I'm still a hippie.
-Hippies don't spend $7 on a bottle of milk.
-This one does.
-Get the rotting cabbage out of here. Go buy some! It comes in a jar and costs about $3. They sell it at the corner store. In case you haven't noticed, we are living in modern times.
-Oh, I've noticed. So you're not a caveman who can drag me around by the hair and tell me what I can or can not make in my own kitchen.
-Throw it out.
A few days later our four-year-old kept saying the kitchen "smelled like poop." And I have to admit, every time I came in the kitchen I would forget about the kraut and assume one of our dogs had a leaky anal gland. Anyhoo, I stood by my kraut for another day or so just to make my point, and then I put the kibash on it. MAN did it smell when I dumped it in the trash. The Brad won. This time. I'm going to try Kimchi next week.
By the way, I asked ol' Braddy if I could put a picture of him on my blog. He said NO.
