Madly in Love

My Engineer never knows what's growing or fermenting on the kitchen counter only to be expected to consume it days later. 

There are days when the man comes home to find the crock pot wrapped in a bath towel growing yogurt cultures, a Ziploc bag full of Amish friendship bread starter bubbling away, bowls of oats being soaked in buttermilk all on the kitchen counter.  Someone described my kitchen as a continual science experiment.  I will neither confirm nor deny that claim at this time.

A while ago he came home to find that I had lacto-fermenting mustard on the counter top.

He's a simple man with basic needs - like yellow mustard.  That's all the man needs not Dijon, not whole grain, not spicy, not Creole,  just plain old yellow American mustard yet I felt compelled to attempt this fermented variety that I had pinned at some point.  Curse you pinterest and your vixen ways!

And although he may look at me and just plead a simple "Why?" from time to time, he is a good sport and will try anything I throw at him...like lacto-fermented mustard. 

1-4-3 EM because you don't think I'm nuts-ola.  :)

This is part of GratiTuesday.