“On a hot day in Virginia, I know nothing more comforting than a fine spiced pickle, brought up trout-like from the sparkling depths of the aromatic jar below the stairs of Aunt Sally’s cellar.”
Thomas Jefferson
True confession: I have never made my own pickles. The whole process scares me. When my husband was served pickled green beans like a jewel alongside a sandwich on vacation, he raved about how good they were. The restaurant would not part with the owner’s recipe. So I thought I would try my hand at making some for him. Because how often do you come across pickled green beans anyways? Not like I could buy him some at the supermarket.
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