Makin' Pickles
Claussen.
Vlasic.
The little pickle on the Heinz ketchup bottle.
These are all famous pickles. But do they taste good? Eh.
Until a few months ago, I'd been walking through my life one pickle at a time, occasionally tasting a good one but always knowing there had to be something better out there. "Too salty" "Too sweet" "Too limp" "Too tall" "Doesn't laugh at my jokes"
And then I tasted the Sweeney.
The crispness. The saltiness. A strong kick of spiciness. From the first bite, I knew that the zenith of pickle production had been reached. And these suckers were homemade! But one jar was all I got. I had to have more.
And finally, this last Wednesday night, Ms. Sweeney helped make my wish come true. We made a batch of pickles, starting with little cucumbers
mixing in a variety of ingredients
and jarring them
and now they sit for six weeks alone in a cabinet.
They all entered the cabinet, the runt of the cucumber litter. But on December 27, these vegetables will all emerge strong and confident, knowing they have been salted & spiced to the right proportions like a real pickle should be. They will be crisp. They will taste excellent. They will laugh at all my jokes. And then, they shall be eaten. December 27, you cannot come soon enough.
Vlasic.
The little pickle on the Heinz ketchup bottle.
These are all famous pickles. But do they taste good? Eh.
Until a few months ago, I'd been walking through my life one pickle at a time, occasionally tasting a good one but always knowing there had to be something better out there. "Too salty" "Too sweet" "Too limp" "Too tall" "Doesn't laugh at my jokes"
And then I tasted the Sweeney.
The crispness. The saltiness. A strong kick of spiciness. From the first bite, I knew that the zenith of pickle production had been reached. And these suckers were homemade! But one jar was all I got. I had to have more.
And finally, this last Wednesday night, Ms. Sweeney helped make my wish come true. We made a batch of pickles, starting with little cucumbers
mixing in a variety of ingredients
and jarring them
and now they sit for six weeks alone in a cabinet.
They all entered the cabinet, the runt of the cucumber litter. But on December 27, these vegetables will all emerge strong and confident, knowing they have been salted & spiced to the right proportions like a real pickle should be. They will be crisp. They will taste excellent. They will laugh at all my jokes. And then, they shall be eaten. December 27, you cannot come soon enough.
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1 Comments:
I would like to thank you for posting a photo where I am quite obviously not wearing a bra. My boobies appreciate their moment in the spotlight.
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