Sauerkraut
Coleman stories transcend generations and even (occasionally) family.
My buddy Mike took a 12 hour drive with three teenage girls last weekend to see the opening for a movie in a niche Sci-Fi genre. We were close to the end of the line, so they spent the night here. Mike's been writing a blog about cooking his way through a cookbook (a la Julie and Julia) and part of the evening was filled with him sharing some of his cooking conquests and failures. One of his recent exploits had been Reuben sandwiches totally from scratch (like he bought saltpeter to pickle the brisket).
As it turns out, one of the ingredients of a Reuben sandwich is sauerkraut. Mike doesn't actually like kraut, but it was in the recipe, so he made it from scratch (twice) and made really tasty sandwiches (I understand). Never one to throw things out, he brought the leftovers (kraut, not cornedbeef) 300 miles to his good buddy Rob.
You see, Mike has listened to me tell Coleman stories since our senior year in High School. He knows the needle nose pliers story, camping stories, various Wayland pool stories, probably even a lake Cochituate
story or two. So when he thought of what to do with leftover sauerkraut, he thought of me. He even knows what we had many a Saturdays for lunch.
I had it tonight. I made beer boiled brats on the grill and put a little (lot) of sauerkraut on top. Tasty. Just like Dad used to have us make. Well, not quite - Dad likes hotdogs boiled and Potato Stix (tm) for a side (I'm not sure they make those anymore). Another difference - I didn't follow my meal with an enormous plate of leftover sauerkraut. (aside for those of you who never had a Coleman Saturday lunch in Wayland - Dad liked a pinch of kraut on his dogs. He'd heat up a 14 ounce can of kraut, take two pinches for each of his dogs and split the remainder on his two favorite boys' plates. No leftovers)
Fond memories.
My buddy Mike took a 12 hour drive with three teenage girls last weekend to see the opening for a movie in a niche Sci-Fi genre. We were close to the end of the line, so they spent the night here. Mike's been writing a blog about cooking his way through a cookbook (a la Julie and Julia) and part of the evening was filled with him sharing some of his cooking conquests and failures. One of his recent exploits had been Reuben sandwiches totally from scratch (like he bought saltpeter to pickle the brisket).
As it turns out, one of the ingredients of a Reuben sandwich is sauerkraut. Mike doesn't actually like kraut, but it was in the recipe, so he made it from scratch (twice) and made really tasty sandwiches (I understand). Never one to throw things out, he brought the leftovers (kraut, not cornedbeef) 300 miles to his good buddy Rob.
You see, Mike has listened to me tell Coleman stories since our senior year in High School. He knows the needle nose pliers story, camping stories, various Wayland pool stories, probably even a lake Cochituate
story or two. So when he thought of what to do with leftover sauerkraut, he thought of me. He even knows what we had many a Saturdays for lunch.
I had it tonight. I made beer boiled brats on the grill and put a little (lot) of sauerkraut on top. Tasty. Just like Dad used to have us make. Well, not quite - Dad likes hotdogs boiled and Potato Stix (tm) for a side (I'm not sure they make those anymore). Another difference - I didn't follow my meal with an enormous plate of leftover sauerkraut. (aside for those of you who never had a Coleman Saturday lunch in Wayland - Dad liked a pinch of kraut on his dogs. He'd heat up a 14 ounce can of kraut, take two pinches for each of his dogs and split the remainder on his two favorite boys' plates. No leftovers)
Fond memories.
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