As they say on the internets: WTF?

I spotted this on the shelves of the local Giant Beagle supermarket and there was really no way I could continue shopping without putting it into my cart. I cannot imagine ever opening the can, much less ingesting its contents. In any recipe. Or even in the tiniest of trace amounts.

Yes, the label does indeed say "Kraut Juice." And the ingredients section indicates pretty much one ingredient: cabbage juice.

Cabbage juice? I don't even want to know how to juice a cabbage -- I want to know who's the genius who decided to collect and keep the remnants of such activity. And then can and sell the stuff. Cabbage juice is wrong. It sounds like something a Chekhov character would step in while sneaking down the hallway of an abysmal Russian tenement building, causing him to slip, then fall loudly down the poorly lit staircase, alerting the landlady and exposing him as the loutish adulterer he'd always been...

Hey Frylock, did Walt Whitman ever mention kraut juice in his poetry? He listed just about every-friggin'-thing else in his poems.