Pickles!

>>Pickling Cucmbers

Fresh pickling cucumbers from the garden.

My canning jars.

Pickling herbs.

Peppers for pickling, fresh tomatoes, coriander to dry, and lots of dill for pickling.

You will need

1 quart jar with a lid
2-3 pickling cucumbers (as many as you can fit in the jar)
5 sprigs of fresh dill (or 1 Tbsp dry dill)
2-4 cloves of garlic (or garlic scapes), crushed and minced (we use 4)
3 Tbsp white distilled vinegar
½ - 1 Tbsp kosher salt, to taste (I use ¾ Tbsp)
distilled or filtered water – enough to top off jar (where to find water purification systems)
20 black peppercorns, optional (find high quality peppercorns here)
¼ tsp red pepper flakes, optional (find high quality chili flakes here)
Directions


Cut pickles into discs, spears, or sandwich slices and add to the jar with all ingredients except the water. Once everything is in the jar, fill to the very top with distilled or filtered water and screw lid on very tightly. Shake the jar up to distribute flavors and leave on your countertop for 12 hours. Shake again and turn upside down for another 12 hours, making sure the lid is screwed on tightly to avoid leakage. After pickles have sat for a total of 24 hours go taste your creation – you won’t believe how good they are! Store in refrigerator and enjoy within a month for maximum freshness.
Notes from the kitchen


Don’t limit yourself to pickled cucumbers, use this recipe with just about any vegetable. We omit the dill and use the recipe for okra, bell peppers, and more. Adjust the spices and be creative – there are so many possibilities.


At times we have eaten up our pickles within a few days – and hate to waste the well-seasoned liquid mixture – so when the pickles disappear too quickly, we reuse the liquid mixture by packing more fresh cucumbers in the jar. We add a touch more vinegar and top off with more water.

The final product:

Fresh Peperoncinis!

yellow is a happy color

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Round My Hometown

>>Its a warm night. The people are still on the move to this place and that. There are melodies from one man bands and the stomping of slap jams coming from different corners of the little mining town. We are walking to and from art galleries enjoying our small talk and the idea of a big salad from one of three restaurants we choose to come down to on Friday nights. There is a soft summer buzz from some sort of bug beyond the central sounds. Children are licking up cones of gelato. It is just another sweet evening stroll down the sidewalk of our small town.