It started many years ago when my daughter would only eat Grandpa's pickles. I would
I bought canning pots, jars, lids, rings, dill, vinegar, garlic and salt. This was not an economical system at all! I spent hours giving myself a vinegar facial, burning my hands on hot jars and turning my kitchen into a disaster zone. I was hot and I was tired. But, when that first lid snapped shut, the excitement and feeling of accomplishment was wonderful!
My father in law (the original pickle maker) has passed away and I keep the tradition going. It's a great way to butter up the son in laws!
I'd love to make them for all of you but instead will share the secret family recipe.
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