Salt by weight,never by spoon
Spoons lie. Two percent of the total weight of cabbage and water has not failed me yet, and a cheap kitchen scale costs less than one ruined crock.
Notes on salting, pickling and keeping food through the cold months, written in one small kitchen with too many jars.Updated when something is ready
Nine days, cool cupboard, one crust of rye.
Six weeks in the dark, then everything tastes better.
Brine at five percent. Oak leaf for the crunch.
Less sugar than anyone’s grandmother would allow.
Spoons lie. Two percent of the total weight of cabbage and water has not failed me yet, and a cheap kitchen scale costs less than one ruined crock.
There is a short stretch when every tree on the street gives up at once. Halve them, stone them, and accept that the kitchen will be sticky until Sunday.
Almost every failed ferment I have made was something floating above the brine. A small saucer and a clean stone solve nearly all of it.