What substance is so irresistible that it can compel a cramping pregnant woman a few days removed from her due date to get up and drive across town? Apparently it’s pork and sauerkraut on weekly special at a local restaurant; my wife simply had to have it last night, no matter what, to the point that she was actually the one doing the driving.
Those of you who aren’t from a Pennsylvania Dutch-influenced area have probably never heard of such a concoction, but around here it is considered, like stuffed pig stomach, scrapple, shoofly pie, schnitz un knepp, corn pie and chow chow, to be something of a delicacy. Yes, our local food specialties are completely disgusting to 99.9% of the U.S. population, and, yes, vegans are pretty much S.O.L. around here.
There’s even an important local superstition surrounding pork and sauerkraut. According to legend, it must be eaten on New Year’s Day to guarantee good luck, happiness and prosperity in the coming year. Of course, this is coming from people who put hex signs on barns to ward off the evil eye, blow on cuts while reciting Bible verses to prevent infection, examine “wooly bears” to predict the relative severity of the upcoming winter, and believe that doing laundry on Wednesday will kill off your cattle, so any assertion about anything in these parts generally has to be taken with a truckload of salt.