Wednesday, April 7, 2010

"Don't make pickles at midnight; it's creepy."

My pickle juice is sad. :-(



Where are my carrot sticks? Where have they gone?? Why aren't I full of yummy goodness?

And yet my cruel, vinegar-hating husband refuses to let me make more pickles with the carrots I just discovered in the refrigerator.

You know, we have five kinds of vinegar in the pantry; I'm not sure how heating it up and filling the house with fumes at ten-thirty at night is any different. Suck it up and suffer for the greater good.

Ooh! That brine has garlic cloves in it!

brb.

[edit: It turns out that barely-cooked garlic that has been used to flavor a pickling brine kinda sucks. Try at home if you want, but I would say don't bother. And now I'm gonna get off this machine before the next round of thunderstorms moves in for the kill.]

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