Victor hates sauerkraut.
Actually, Victor hates cabbage in all its forms – except coleslaw on a Corned Beef Special.
It’s sad. He grudgingly ate Corned Beef and Cabbage – once – but otherwise it’s just never in the house. No diced cabbage in soups, no Cabbage Rolls, no sauerkraut on hot dogs.
Not sad. Tragic.
So what’s a sauerkraut-and-cabbage-lover to do? Cook it, anyway, of course!
I usually limit my sauerkraut-eating to hot dogs when Victor is away on a business trip, but last night I really had a hankerin’ for it. I had picked up some knockwurst and planned some Beanie Weenies for dinner – and sauerkraut was just calling my name. I keep a small can of sauerkraut in the cupboard – up and behind other things so I don’t disturb Victor’s sensibilities – and down it came!
Victor saw it and went into shock. In a panic-stricken voice he let it be known it just couldn’t be anywhere near his dinner.
I promised to keep it separate. I’m good that way. I’m loving, caring, and have a great sense of self-preservation.
So we had Beanie Weenies with Cheese, and I had a side of kraut.
Gooey monterey jack and cheddar cheeses atop baked beans and knockwurst. And huinks of homemade bread from the night before.
And on my side of the table… a small can of sauerkraut.
It was great. And Victor survived being in the same room with it.
I call that progress!