I love sauerkraut.

I love to simmer sauerkraut. Like I did yesterday. For four hours. Yes, sauerkraut is best when one simmers the hell out of it. So that the smell of sauerkraut permeates the kitchen and the entire house. To me, it's almost like a perfume. I'd market it as a cologne. Essence of sauerkraut. Of course, my Italian true love disagrees. She detests the aroma of sauerkraut. Burns incense for a long, long time after I've cooked sauerkraut. To try to rid the house of what she'd call a stench. But last night, she was in Sardinia. As I dined on polish sausage and sauerkraut. Here in Minnesota. Next to my Italian true love, I love sauerkraut. --Jim Broede