Well, folks, winter is finally upon us!
We don’t have quite as much snow as I’d like to see this time of year (guess you could say I’m still dreaming of a white Christmas), but the temperatures have been consistently dropping down into the single digits — and if THAT doesn’t mean winter is here, I don’t know what does!
One of my favorite things about winter, though, is the fact that it’s already dark by the time I get home from work.
Don’t get me wrong; I love the sunshine as much as anyone — and I’ll admit that it eventually does start to wear on me, going day after day without really seeing the sun, but let’s focus on the positive for a moment, shall we?
I love coming home in the dark because it means I can take my time eating dinner with the family.
I don’t have to wolf down my food and then go tearing out the back door like a tornado to take care of some project or another before the sun sets.
Instead, I can (and usually do) just sit down and savor the meal, enjoy the conversation, and linger at the dinner table for as long as I want — usually sipping down one last cup of apple cider… or grape juice… or ice cold milk.
Last night, I was doing just that, as a matter of fact.
I sat there “doin’ my thang,” swirling the milk around in the bottom of my cup, and finishing off the last half of my bacon-n-onion-n-sauerkraut sandwich (which, if you’ve never tried it, you totally should) — when all of a sudden, my little monkey started pointing excitedly at the jar of sauerkraut.
She didn’t really know what it was, but if dad’s eating it, it’s gotta be good, right?
I just kinda smiled (somewhat wickedly) and handed her a small bite of it, thinking for sure that she’d just pull a funny face and spit it right out — because, honestly, what little toddler is gonna like sauerkraut?
Sure enough, as soon as that tangy fermented cabbage hit her mouth, she puckered her little lips and bunched up her little eyebrows — but she didn’t spit it out.
Much to my surprise, she chewed it thoughtfully, swallowed, smacked her lips a bit, and then asked for more!
So… I gave her some.
She ate the second bite and then asked for MORE!
She even said “please.”
By the time we finally cleared the table, she’d eaten probably a quarter cup of sauerkraut — and I have to say, I was one proud papa. It’s always flattering when someone likes the food you’ve worked so hard to prepare. Little girl just has good taste, I guess.
I got to thinking about it though, and I’ve come to the conclusion that homemade sauerkraut isn’t some deep, dark secret to be hoarded. It should be shared!
So, if you’re interested, here’s the “recipe” I use to make ours:
Hope you like it!