Upon returning home after 10 days at the lake, the DH went directly to his garden and picked a bagful of cucumbers. My first thought was, "Oh, no! He's going to make pickles." Sure, enough we'd barely unloaded the truck before he was busy washing cukes and gathering jars. He spread his supplies across the kitchen, spilled pickle juice all over the counter and the floor and then walked in it. The house smells like it's been steeped in vinegar but we have several jars of lovely pickles. It's a good thing I'm fond of the fellow, because if I weren't, I would have been tempted to pickle him!
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Our garden has not given us a thing yet. The pickles sure look yummy, I hate a kitchen mess myself ;)
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