My son was about a year and a half old, my dad was eating leftovers and he barely had enough to satisfy his hunger, and my son indicated that he wanted to eat some of what his granddaddy was eating. Being a good grandfather, he relented and gave into my son's wishes. Being older and FAR more treacherous than my toddler, Dad offered up a bite of the sauerkraut to my son, fully expecting my son to dislike the taste, and thereby saving more of the leftovers to satisfy my father's hunger. Boy, was he wrong! My son was still working on his language skills, and his new favorite food, kraut, was now called "KRAPT!" This is the recipe to the dish my father was eating that night.