I was at my buddies wedding in this little town in the middle of nowhere and me and my other friend somehow ended up drinking a bunch with this old man. Somehow he started telling us about how he made his own “kraut”. He was really proud of it and kept telling me and my buddy to come by his house to check out his set up. Because we’re shit faced we tell him we’ll stop by his house the next day.
The next morning me and my buddy wake up hungover to hell but we feel guilty so we decide to suck it up and go find this old man’s house.
He opens the door and almost jumps in the air he is so happy. We follow him down to his basement and the place is a dump. There is a mountain of empty 60 oz rye bottles against the wall and he’s just got a bunch of white plastic pails with Saran wrap half covering them. There are dead flies floating in the sauerkraut pails. The guy is proud as hell, but proudest of the fact that he makes a turnip kraut, he drags us around the basement making us look into all the pails, then he starts giving us his life story. We were trapped, so to try to get out of it I say “Hey Don, any chance you’d sell us some of this Kraut?”.
The guy’s eyes light up, He takes us to a freezer and he’s got a bunch of it bagged up. I give him 20 bucks, he gives us a few bags and we start making are way up the stairs while listening to this guy’s stories.
To make a long story short. I got the kraut home and it was fucking inedible. I like turnip, and I like sauerkraut, and I can eat just about anything, but this was like a rotten sweet, turnip taste that almost made me puke. I threw it all out.
