Last week we picked more cucumbers. This wouldn't be a big deal except ... it's October. Kevin's hide-the-stump raised bed of cucumbers brought forth an amazing number of cukes this year. For once we had more than we could eat, and we canned some pickles. I love cucumbers and have always scoffed at pickles - I'd rather eat them fresh. But, this year my sister Mary came over and walked Kevin and I though the pickling basics, guided by mom's old recipes. We probably could have figured it out on our own, but I loved working on this project with Mary. It made me think about how well-worn recipes are a passport through time. In time I might forget this year's abundance of cucumbers, but the recipes help the remembering.
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