I’m slightly addicted to fermenting.
(I think this stomper is so cool. Old fashioned.)
When we move, Lord willing, at the end of the month, we will need a U-Haul for my fermenting jars alone.
Have I mentioned before that we will currently be homeless? I am 100% sure that God has the perfect location for us. We just haven’t found it yet. I hope it has a swing set.
And some countertops. For fermenting.
We will have sauerkraut to eat, though! (You can thank me for that later, Hottie! At least you won’t die of scurvy!)
But that is besides the point. Instead of worrying about where my baby is born, I am investing my concerns into creating bacteria.
It is too much fun.
I think Smiley thinks this is a little weird, though. Sauerkraut makes his brothers get along!
I bought a new book with my birthday money . . . and I have a whole new world of fermenting possibilities.
I think I might blog my way through this book. So instead of the movie Julie and Julia, it will be Jodi and Sandor. Beautiful.
I’ll let you know how it tastes, in a few weeks, from the back of my U-Haul. That would be a picture.
If you forgot about the last time I made sauerkraut . . . let me refresh your memory.
