Life is never boring at John Vanderaart. Enough is happening to deliver a short column every week. This time it’s about sauerkraut, the hall of events and internet. You can read his previous column about Inbox here.
I’m in France again. Autumn holidays. The leaves are falling, the days are getting shorter, the bats are showing up, the reservoir is emptying, the garden is being prepared for winter. So autumn. And that includes sauerkraut. That’s lucky, because I love sauerkraut!
According to my French neighbor across the street (also chairman of the party committee), there is only one sauerkraut worth having: “Her sauerkraut.” Naturally produced according to an age-old recipe that has been perfected over generations. She only wanted to reveal two tips of her secret veil: “Parsley and Aligoté.” All this once a year hall of events here, for at least 30 people.
This year it was all about it. Only about 20 men had registered and the French neighbor across the street looked sadder by the day… The a-word (= cancel) suddenly appeared… Personally, I always find her ‘marketing’ a bit on the poor side: left and on the right a few signs along the side of the road. Why no social media? Whereupon my French neighbor turned from sad to disgusted: “Bah, internet!” She just didn’t want to throw up…
After consulting with the neighbor’s son, we went (secretly, that is) viral. Result: “About 35 more registrations within 2 days.” Which, according to my neighbor across the street, proves once again that the internet is good for nothing. And while she says that, the neighbor’s son gives me his coolest wink. We-know-us…
Not much sausage this time, because a little was purchased in advance…
Always tasty. A furnished plate of sauerkraut…