Pickles aren’t like food you grow
Last night—the garden snoozing under blankets of snow—I placed a jar of our home-canned pickles on the dinner table. “Pickles,” mused Col thoughtfully, “aren’t like food you grow. They come from another food.”
It could have been an answer from Jeopardy! The Kindergarten Round!, as in: “I’ll take Food Preservation for $100, Mama.”
I could see Col flipping through his mental files, perhaps conjuring up the hot September day we plucked cucumbers from scratchy vines, or the corresponding night when cucumbers, garlic and dill seeds marched through the pickling assembly line of our kitchen.
“They’re from cucumbers!” Col remembered, and a chorus of angels blew trumpets in my garden-loving heart.