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