Reuben Pizza

"It's not okay to kill your brother."

What I said to Peter and Reuben yesterday as a part of the Don't-strew-marbles-all-over-the-floor-while-Charlie-is-up speech.  Then I ran to remove a marble from Charlie's mouth.

"It's not okay to kill your brother."

What I said to Peter tonight as a part of the Don't-chase-Reuben-through-the-parking-lot speech.

We're working on helping each other survive more and get killed less.  It's a tough lesson to comprehend and I don't expect it to get any easier. 

In other news, we made and ate a Reuben Pizza.

Why would one do such a thing?

Because I have had sauerkraut in my pantry for two years and it was time to use it.

Some good friends of ours plant a large garden each year,

including more cabbages than they can eat.

So she makes her own sauerkraut.

And shares it with others.

And then it stares at you for two years until you figure out what to do with it.

This Southern Living Cookbook that I have has a whole page of Reuben recipes.

This pizza has thousand island dressing,

ham slices (instead of corned beef),

swiss cheese, and caraway seeds.

Oh, and sauerkraut.

Poor innocent child biting into what he thinks is a regular pizza-like substance.

 

Hmm, this tastes a little different.

And, why is Mom taking pictures of me eating it?

Sad, sad eyes.

Trying.

Peter, Paul, and I all ate a piece.

That was enough.

It wasn't horrible.

But it took a few days for the left-overs to get eaten.

So that took care of the jar of sauerkraut

from 2 summers ago.

Maybe by next year I'll come up with something to do

with the jar she gave me last summer.

Any kraut fans out there?