
It was fascinating. And quite a process. The garage was full of sterilized Mason jars and lids. I was instructed to bring my own, which I did. There were bushels and bushels of Casey County cabbage everywhere. My friend, his father, grandfather, and grandmother, and I took turns shredding the cabbage, stuffing it into the jars, salting the cabbage, filling the jars with hot boiling water, and finally sealing the jars. It was fun. These were genuine honest people. This was important work and they allowed me to be a part of it..... even said I did a good job. I was honored.
I found the actual cabbage shredding tool to be the most interesting thing. It was like an old turn-of-the-century Japanese mandoline. Aged & worn old wood with sharp blades to be weary of. This shredder had endured many moon-blessed sauerkraut productions, I could tell. A beloved tool of the family.
We finished. Was told to store the take in a cool dry place away from the house. Garage or basement was ideal. Apparently, major fermentation happens in those jars. Breakage & aromas are common. Garage.
Six weeks of curing. Sauerkraut. Delicious sauerkraut.

Served it with a pool of dijon to dip and toasted rye to sop.
Thank you, my Casey County family. Thank you, Tony for sharing them
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