Way back when I was just a little bitty boy, living under the stairs in the house on the corner of the street half a block down from Jerry's paint shop (you know the place). Well anyway, life was going swell and everything was just PEACHY! Except of course for the undeniable fact that every morning my mother would give me a big bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. Ahhhhhh. . . BIG BOWL OF SAUERKRAUT! EVERY SINGLE MORNING! It was driving me crazy so one day I went up to my mom and I said. . .