Pickles 101

Reader Contribution by Stephanie Bishop
Published on August 7, 2018
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It’s pickle time in Wisconsin! Bumper crops of gorgeous green and gold vegetable torpedoes elegantly dangling from the vine are ripe for the picking. The farmers markets are filled with brimming baskets in case you didn’t grow your own.

I picked a lot of pickles as a kid. After what seemed like a hundred bushels we got some pocket change to go get Popsicles or root beer. I remember the little ones were worth more but it took so long to fill the basket. The work was hot and dirty but we made our own fun. We rode our bikes to and from the patch. Somebody would always find a giant yellow over ripe cucumber and start a pickle fight.

Growing up, my family made a lot of pickles. The basement walls were lined with jars. Giant stoneware crocks I could sit inside filled corners of the cellar. These were mainstays to get through the winter. Everything harvested from the garden was preserved.

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