roadside pickles

Posted on December 11, 2020 by | 2 Comments

I took a walk before work and this jar of pickles was beside the hotel driveway just like that, quite a distance from the hotel. Bread and butter is one of my favorite varieties, but I’ll think I’ll let this jar go.

Jar of Mount Olive organic bread and butter pickles sitting on a grassy mound outside
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2 responses to “roadside pickles”

  1. Comrade Vegan's avatar Comrade Vegan | December 11, 2020 at 10:50 am | Reply

    The name “bread and butter pickles” makes me throw up in my mouth a little. Something about it just strikes me as repulsive. I can’t get past the name to even try them. Does that make me shallow?

    Dills, on the other hand…

    • slackwrdave's avatar slackwrdave | December 11, 2020 at 11:04 am | Reply

      The name is a little gross sounding. I think it hails from the depression era when people made sandwiches out of pickles. The pickles are a delightful recipe that I really enjoy. When I was a young teenager and had beehives, I could trade a jar of honey for a large jar of those pickles from a neighbor who really knew how to make them. She was a priceless cook.

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