it’s been a busy summer. too much running around. after months of traveling, booked weekends and what seem like billions of little errands and household whatnots to deal with, i’m ready to hole myself up for the winter.
right before the first of this summer’s big trips, i made an enormous batch of pickles. i won’t give myself all of the credit, john was my canning soux chef, and without him i probably wouldn’t have finished in time. it was down to the wire. we were chopping, measuring, boiling and sealing until midnight with plans to leave early the next morning.
the problem with pickling is this, the results are nowhere near instantaneous. i’m an instant gratification kinda gal and i don’t particularly like waiting for the payoff. it’s been a couple of months now and we recently cracked the seal on the first jar of pickles. each jar was labeled with a date and “variety” of pickle. we made some slight alterations to each jar in order to find the perfect recipe. late night, sleepy canning leads to bleary eyed, lazy labeling. the first labels were clear: spicy, garlic, plain; but, as the hours wore on, the hand writing became sloppier, the dates started to change and the descriptors became abbreviations. months later it’s hard to remember what l.m. and b.m. stand for.
i opened the l.m. pickles first. i had forgotten that l.m. stood for “last minute,” meaning that these were the jar we made after running out of fresh dill. they sucked. well, let me rephrase; they were less than stellar. after the first taste of l.m. pickles, i wasn’t anxious to try the others. turns out fresh dill makes a hell of a difference. refrigeration doesn’t hurt either; i like my pickles chilled.
i’m not gonna say they were the best pickles i’ve ever had, but they were damn good. that’ll teach the pimply faced bed bath and beyond employees to laugh at me for asking where the canning supplies were located! harumph.