On Sundays I volunteer at the local animal shelter and clean the cat area. I always like going there as I find it refreshing in a way. Yes, the work is rather dirty, as one could imagine, but cats (and any animal in my experience) don't lie. If a cat doesn't want to be around you, you'll have no trouble interpreting the language. And for the cats that do actively seek human interaction, it is really something to be swarmed by twenty or more cats at once.
Earlier this month, some of the other volunteers built an enclosure around the porch of the building so that the cats could enjoy some outside time. While I was cleaning today I saw a car stop in the middle of the road while the driver stuck his head out the window to take a picture of the "cat porch." That made me laugh.
When I returned home from the shelter, aside from eating lots of tomatoes off the vine (which I am kind of bummed about because I hoped to preserve them; but at the same time, eat up boys, and learn what good food is), my younger son found a beet that I had completely overlooked.
For lunch, I scooped out some of the sauerkraut that has been fermenting for the past two weeks. Even more wonderful than its tangy terrificness, both my boys ate it on their own. We have a rule in our house; you are not allowed to say that you don't care for something without trying it first. With its pungent odor, I wasn't going to force sauerkraut on my kids, but they wouldn't be allowed to say they didn't like it either without first trying it. To my surprise, while my eldest was thinking of the best way to try it (on his sandwich), my youngest started eating straight from the bowl.
I am ecstatic, to say the least, that my first batch of kraut turned out so good. I only scooped out enough for the next day or so, then I'll probably scoop the rest into jars and refrigerate (or maybe I'll just let it keep fermenting until we eat it all - which probably won't take that long).