That moment when the harvest starts to get away from us.
Time to begin preserving or experience loss. I bought a new pickling crock this season, expressly for icicle and dill pickles. My Harsch crock, despite aggressive scrubbing and cleaning, smells perpetually like sauerkraut. The crock has spoken. I have been defeated. So here's my new beauty from Ohio. Made in the good ole USA. Buy American!
I'm sure it's unnatural to love pickling crocks the way I do. But they do cheer me so.
Inside, icicle pickles begin their 10 day brine. They'll be on the table for Thanksgiving, which should make a certain family member very, very happy.