With a wooden clothespin I picked up a generous pinch of the briny sauerkraut from the barrel whose lip was about at my shoulder. Pointing the end of the clothespin into my mouth, I ate my first crunch of fermented… Read more
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With a wooden clothespin I picked up a generous pinch of the briny sauerkraut from the barrel whose lip was about at my shoulder. Pointing the end of the clothespin into my mouth, I ate my first crunch of fermented… Read more