Loyal Readers have noted my well-documented love of
pickles. I love them and always
have. Fun fact: a local bar –
inexplicably now out of business – had the best pickles in the city on their
delicious sliders (available in chicken, beef, BBQ and fish). Loyal Reader Katherine once secured me a tub
of pickles from this bar that was so big I could not physically lift it. I ate a truly disgusting amount of these
pickles, and was never happier.
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| A convenient photo of a barefoot and pregnant woman pickling and achieving multiple cliches. |
Fast-forward to Labor Day weekend 2012 and the topic of this
rambling book blog. Andrew and I tried
our first recipe from The Joy of Pickling
by Linda Ziedrich.
Romantic soul that I am, I got Andrew a complete pickling
kit – including recipe book – for our anniversary. What better activity to enjoy together than
to make my favorite snack? In all
honesty, Andrew started the whole pickling idea. Eating pickles is one of the main things we
have in common.
It was a fun experience, but the recipe book was wrong about
the amount of vinegar mixture we needed by 50%.
And when you are working with 12 pounds of cucumbers, that is a
lot. C’mon, Linda!
Now we are in the midst of the hardest part – waiting a
month to try our pickled creations. We
are both worried that the cukes won’t stay crispy enough. And honestly, it is a lot of pressure for
this experiment to measure up. We have
talked about our pickles a lot. It’s a
big topic over dinner at our house. Well, that and the fact that the Pirates
are totally falling apart (string of swear words here).
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| A pickling montage, featuring the guns of pickle-picker-upper extraordinaire Andrew. |
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