Have you ever been in a pickle? What about up to your elbows in pickles? What about cleaning up a mason jar of homemade pickles that you knocked over on your way out to the pool in the middle of the night and then rearranging the remaining ones so no one knew a jar was missing because you were in high school and heaven forbid you got grounded over the pickles? Yea…didn’t think so.
July & August is pickle time at my parents’ house. Lots and lots of pickles. Straight from the victory garden. My dad grows almost everything in his garden. The cucumbers, hot peppers, garlic, dill…it goes on.
You start with nice, clean Mason jars.
Add garlic.
Hot peppers.
More spices.
Dill. And more dill.
Then pickling cucumbers.
And brine.
Seal the jar, and refrigerate for two months. In the end, it’ll be a delicious jar of dill-ness.
(I would so get invited to the collective, because I would bring pickles.)
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