Fridge Pickles

I didn't even bleed.
I didn’t even lose any flesh.

Summer is gasping and fading. Samhain’s around the bend. But here’s one last peek at the hot days.

My sister brought a glut of cucumbers to me for processing. There was a lot of time spent with a mandoline making fridge pickles[1], and I’m happy to report I still have 100% of my original fingers (and thumbs). There was no feeding of the harvest gods with blood this year.

It’s the little things, really.

[1]For those curious, I use Smitten Kitchen’s fridge pickle recipe.

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thanks for the link, … now.. where is my mandolin…..


My husband has made his own pickles the last couple of seasons. They are sooo much better than from the store.