I’m a tough sell when it comes to pickles. They can’t be too briny, sitting long in their salty, vinegary bath until they’re a uniform green through and through. There has to be a garlicky brightness in their flavor, and a decent crunch each time I chew. Sweet pickles are never an option because, well, they’re sweet, and we’ve never quite agreed with one another for any reason — not even on a hot dog at the ball park slathered in ketchup, mustard, and onions.
A great pickle holds up in my mother’s potato salad, its juice added right before she tosses all the ingredients together. The perfect tuna sandwich has an abundance of diced pickles mixed in, or it’s not a tuna sandwich as far as I’m concerned. Egg salad? I have to have pickle.
We’ll never be the pickle eaters my sister’s family happen to be; I’ve only managed to raise one son who seemed to inhale the jar of crisp Vlassic garlic dills as soon as I came home with them. I never actually saw this remarkable feat, but realized it when I needed a pickle for a recipe and reached for the jar to find a lone spear left bobbing in the brine amongst the pickling spices. After raising three boys, I’m convinced that if on any occasion there is one left of anything originally contained in a jar or package, it translates to, “Mom. I didn’t eat all of it.”
Although I can’t say I’ve ever canned anything, this simple pickle recipe has me thinking I might like to try. And it’s so easy, running out of pickles won’t be a problem again. I can also tell you they happen to be perfect in a good tuna egg salad sandwich — a perfect meal for any day, but especially a summer day when cooking is the last thing on one’s mind.




























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