Ok. So while waiting out the heat waves on the maters, I’ve had cukes out the wazoo. That’s ok…I’m a picklin’fool.
Polish half Sours, Koshers, Bread & Butters…you name it. The sweeter one’s are for SoCal Beach Blondie…not my fave.
There’s a sweet pickle called Amish Wedding that
utilizes Habenero flakes,
so I was thinkin’…tonight,in honor of Beej’s malaise, I’m concocting a sour dill with alotta Habbi and shall call it Irish Divorce.
