"It's carrots," I say, as if it wasn't obvious.
"Why are there carrots in a jar on the counter?"
"Umm, they're fermenting."
"I see. And why are you making rotten carrots?" he asks.
"Fermenting! Not rotten!" I reply, indignant.
"Fermenting is synonymous with rotten."
"Point taken. They're supposed to be good for you. And I needed to use up some whey. Will you eat them when they're done rotting? I mean, fermenting?"
"Have I ever not eaten anything you've made?"
He's such a good sport.
Chloe's response was something along the lines of, "Wow! Those gave my brain a zap! I like them!" Another bite..."Mmm. Well, I maybe kind of like them, but not very much." Another bite... "Those are really yucky, Mom."
Hubby dutifully ate them. He's amazing. Cora and I opted out.
We're throwing the rest of them away.
I know this whole fermented foods thing is supposed to be really healthy, but there are some things I just can't force my family to do, and eating rotten vegetables is one of them.