Thursday, July 15, 2010

Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too..

went for a ride in a flying shoe...I love Shel Silverstein! I loved my Where The Sidewalk Ends book when I was little...and Ickle Me, Pickle Me was my favorite poem. The reason its on my mind...pickles, yes pickles, and no this really has nothing to do with weird pregnancy cravings. Dad and his farming friends have raised a huge garden this year- we're talking cucumbers and corn so plentiful we can hardly keep up with everything. He decided I was the perfect person to make pickles. Sooo being the loving daughter I am, I did what every good daughter would do...I googled. And so began my journey of pickle making...

First..cucumbers


Next, imperative pickle making tools


The finished product:


The whole process was not that difficult and after sampling the finished product I surprised myself....not so bad. Hopefully this weekend I will try one more batch and they'll be even better!

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