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Sauerkraut can be very forgiving so the quantities are approximate. I invite you to taste at each stage of the process to make sure you are creating the right environment for the fermentation stage. Salt is essential for this process. A healthful condiment that has probiotics, lacto-bacilicuss, important to your gut health. It's like carrying your own support system of helpful friends wherever you go!
time: 15 min prep; 2-6 days for fermentation depending on temperature
2-3 C red or white cabbage, sliced thinly
1 tsp sea salt
1 sprig dill, garlic clove, various spices (all optional)
Clean jar with tight fitting lid
A rock or weight
Cut cabbage into uniform(ish) pieces.
Sprinkle in salt.
Knead the salt into the cabbage, breaking down the fibers of the vegetable. Some juice from cabbage will start to form. The cabbage will start to wilt and become more malleable.
Good time for a taste test! It should taste salty, like the salinity of the sea.
Pack salted cabbage into a jar, weigh down with small rock.
Loosely close the lid, or use a cheesecloth, rubber band to close the jar while still providing airflow.
Store in a cool, dry place. Check on day 2 for bubbles in the resulting liquid, changes in color, smell.
When the probiotic is fully developed, a sour taste will be present. Yum!
Recipe: © 2020 Sung Uni Lee; 13moonsfood.com
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Ellia Bisker - Go Astray
02:29
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Redshift
A ray of light alone in the dark
Moving away from you
All those colors you pulled apart
In the Redshift, You see what you choose
You can do this, The life that's right in front of you
Black hole horizon in space and time
No matter where you begin
Collapsing boundaries of your own design
Even light will be pulled in
In the Redshift, There's no center true
In the Redshift, You see what you choose
You can do this, The life that's right inside of you
You can try and run away
From lives you've led and always will
And inky passports made of pain
They pass right through you like you're standing still
Standing still
The rays of light cut through the dark
Through the world I thought I knew
All my colors pulled apart
In the Redshift, I found you
And made the family that I choose
Be tender with your younger you
You can't undo this, The life that's right in front of you
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Ray Brown - Stray
04:00
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On the day that Tanya Marquart turned 16
She ran away from home
She’s been living in Port Alberni
With her Mom who’d moved to escape her Dad
Tanya was troubled and filled with anger
At her Mom, and wanted to be own her own
She found a new kind of family
In the Vancouver Goth Punk underground
Sometimes you’re with a friend, or a lover
Lying in bed, trying to find the thread
That binds these stories together
Whether for the world, or in your head
When my Grandma was 16 she was married with a child
Pregnant with a second nowhere to stay
To an alcoholic abusive husband
There’d be 3 more born before he ran away
1931, oh, she never worked that out
The actions of those two are still with me today
Sometimes you’re with a friend, or a lover
Lying in bed, trying to find the thread
That binds these stories together
Whether for the world, or in your head
A Diary is a secret and a sacred thing
The language is intimate and close like a friend
There’s a pattern there to figure out
There’s a rhythm, and a feeling and the craft
Memories laid out on the floor
So easy to see all pink and black
I’m 59 and still want to run away
At this point there’s no going back
Sometimes you’re with a friend, or a lover
Lying in bed, trying to find the thread
That binds these stories together
Whether for the world, or in your head
On the day that Tanya Marquart turned 16
She ran a way from home
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Troy Ogilvie - Stray
01:37
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Michael Lentz - Memoir
02:45
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EXCERPT from STRAY/Text for Stephanie Larriere's piece:
Drinking the liquor felt awful and then suddenly fortifying.
Buzzing warmth spread from the place where the bottle kissed my
mouth.
My veins felt hot, like they were filling with electric blood,
the trees hummed along to the sound of the creek,
a night song of wind
And leaves and the rushing of water over rock.
It was getting dark and I could barely see the outlines of Melanie and her brother.
It seemed as if everything were vibrating and alive.
I held my hand out, splaying my fingers and closed one eye to see the water beyond.
A passing sensation swept over me,
the feeling that I was becoming the water, disappearing into the creek.
It was very funny and I found myself laughing for no reason.
The beginnings of a lifelong love affair with booze cemented
where I sat on the grass.
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Amanda Thorpe - Stray
03:43
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Adolescence in part--just a place one can start
to learn the difference between vodka and poetry in your blood.
If a father’s embrace is an illusion to face,
it’s still one you never had the luxury of
Meanwhile it’s clear. What’s good is Shakespeare.
The touch that felt wrong,
the words spoken too
The space that you held
when they should have held you.
It’s still a long time before you give permission
Might be a long time before you stop taking what you’re given.
When things get that dark, there’s no missing the light.
You can tell them apart like someday you might
know the difference between vodka and poetry in your blood stream.
Iambic pentameter crumbs on the trail leading home
like his hand on your back tracing the shape of your bones.
Meanwhile it's clear. What's good is Shakespeare.
It’s still a long time before you give permission.
Might be a long time before you say the words to let in.
Saying "This is what I want…. This is what I want."
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Stray Wolves
Here I lay,
Told to stay,
Disintegrating
Must live through this and
See what remains in the half light of the moon
Power is bound
You want to contain me
You fear my escape
Numb the mystery within
I prefer to be free
I prefer to be wild
I prefer the cold soil
And the company of trees
There is a glimpse,
Silver light blinds
The Bard opens the door
Pen and page calling
To find home in friends, and the courage to be seen
Resistance flares
Be still, dirty laundry
You’re holding me upright
I have a four-legged shadow
I prefer to be free
I prefer to be wild
At night I hear howling
Stirring under my skin
Life, breath, and blood
Sharp edges fogging
Soul turning noir
Igniting magic
The dervish starts spinning round in the confines of my heart
We have to try
We all have this hunger
The monsters around
Bring joy and new life
We prefer to be free
We prefer to be wild
In the paragon of animals
The quintessence of dust
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The Bushwick Book Club Brooklyn, New York
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