Pickle day

Yesterday was Pickle Day in my neighborhood. The first batch of pickles I made was July 18. I make polish dill pickles, with fresh dill, garlic and peppers. This first time I got about 8 quarts put up, and gave them all out to neighbors with instructions to wait a month before opening and to put them in the refrigerator the day before. Putting them in the frig makes them crispy. It cracked me up to hear that several neighbors had actually marked their calendars.

Years ago when my kids were very young, teenage girls used to love to baby sit for me. Not because my children were so well behaved. These girls wouldn’t let me pay them with money, they would only baby sit if I paid them in pickles. I make great pickles, what can I say?

Now, here’s the kickers…I don’t eat pickles. I’ve never cared for them. When I was an adolescent it was all the rage to go to the movies and buy one of those big dill pickles to eat while you watched the movie. I remember buying one and trying to eat it. Thinking I could convince myself that I really did like them. It was such a bummer because not only did I find out that I really, really didn’t like pickles, no matter how much I tried to, I was also out my snack money. Like I said bummer. I’m a popcorn girl!