Just walked back up Grafton Hill from the Bryant Street Market. Took the pickle out of the deli paper and bag and set in on a plate. I was just about to cut it up into spears to share it. And then I looked down. The sun shining through the back porch door was perfect illumination for the pickle to take on some life. Perfect amount of juice and crispy when you bite into it. Makes your mouth water.
Crisp, Crunch and Juice
It was sweet pickles when I was small
And I still eat bread and butter ones-
especially homemade. I put some up
with Carolee in Okanogan one summer.
But this one from the jar in the deli case?