As, I write this article, we are in Pentecost, mid-summer, about to celebrate the 4th of July and St Paul’s will publish a cookbook for the first time in a long time. So, I thought this would be a good time to present an article donated by Charles and Judy Iager at the last Senior Fellowship meeting as maybe you are wishing for cooler weather to get here and fall.
“Cutting Up with Cabbage” by Ralph Reppert
After the bulk of the farm canning is finished, and before the Christmas housecleaning begins it’s time to make sauerkraut.
It’s a pleasant chore, with a traditional place in the farm calendar, at the home of Miss Elsie Wessel and her brother Elmer near Fulton. (Both were long time members of St. Paul’s and lived nearby the church and the current Youth room in the basement was known as the Wessel room.) The harvest of cabbage brings the last of the garden sass. The job of washing, shredding a packing it away marks the changeover from autumn to winter.
Sauerkraut making is a neighborly business for the simple procedures it entails lend themselves to conversation. The neighbors come over with their children. The children are unbundled and given their instructions for the day — leave the cat along, stay out of the china closet, and try to be quiet.
In the kitchen the women set to work. They trim discolored leaves from the cabbage and wash the heads in cold water. Too much washing is worse than too little, for some of the bacteria which will start the fermentation of the vegetable must remain on the leaves.
The heads are quartered. Into a dishpan then, the quarters are shredded until nothing remains but the core. There’s a decision at this point for the children to make. They may have the raw cores to eat with salt right away. Or, if they prefer, the cores may be put in with the shredded cabbage allowed to pickle and the be eaten some three weeks hence.
When about five pounds of cabbage has been shredded, a scant 1/4 cup of salt is added, and mixed well into it. It is then transferred from the dishpan to the vessel in which it is to ferment and tamped down firmly with a milk bottle or wooden plunger.
Personal tastes vary as to the type of vessel to be used.. Many people prefer a hardwood tub or keg, enjoying the slight taste the wood imparts to the sauerkraut. Others like to use wooden vessels, but guard against the flavoring action by coating the inside of them with paraffin. Many cooks, including Miss Wessel, prefer a stone crock.
A metal receptacle of any kind is out of the question; it would spoil the sauerkraut.
Miss Wessel’s neighbors pack shredded and salted cabbage into the crock, a few pounds at a time, until the crock is filled. They spread a few cabbage leavers over the top, cover them with a layer of cloth, place an inverted plate or a wooden disc on top, and weight it down with a rock.
Miss Wessel modifies the procedure with a practice her father, George Herman Wessel, learned as a boy on a farm near Hanover, Germany. She lines the stone crock with a muslin bag, the packs in the shredded cabbage. When the bag is full she closes it at the top with a twist, and then weights it down with a wooden lid and a rock. It gives her a whiter, crisper sauerkraut, she says.
The salt on the shredded cabbage begins to draw water from it immediately. The cabbage is immersed in its own juice as it is tamped into the crock. It is kept, as closely as possible, at temperature of sixty-eight degrees for ten to twenty days, while it ferments. Scum forms rapidly and floats on the brine. It must be drawn off daily.
Eventually there is little or no scum to draw off, and that is a sign that the sauerkraut is nearly done. The family begins to taste the sauerkraut every day. When the taste is acid enough to please everyone the sauerkraut is taken from the crock, cooked and canned.
Miss Wessel cold packs her sauerkraut into quart glass jars, cooks it for about half an hour, then seals and store it. It may also bee cooked in the conventional manner, or in a pressure cooker. Any of the processes will stop the fermentation.
The sauerkraut should be ready to recook with the first mess of spareribs from the late fall butchering.
Respectfully Submitted,
Kerry Griffin
Archivist
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