I am sitting and waiting for Eliza to return home from rehearsal, listening to the very satisfying "click" of the jars of pickles sealing in the kitchen. I love that sound! This is the year that I learn how to can more than sweet pickles...but this is a start.
Ani helped me prepare the syrup 3 days ago
(she donned a belly-saving apron moments after this picture was taken, I promise)
I know they're not to everyone's taste, these sweet and vinegary pickles, but they graced the dinnertime table of my Grampa Chet and Gramma Jane, so it is not only because I do like them, but because every little jar gives me cause to think about them and the meals we shared, and I get to share that with my family...(well, with Ani anyway! I don't know that the rest of them will eat 'em...)