A HISTORY OF PICKLE LOVERS
I just got back from a great trip to my family homeland of western Kansas. While I lived in Denver my whole life, I still have a lot of family in Kansas, and it is great to get back to my midwestern roots every once in a while. My mom and I started quizzing my beautiful Grandma about her childhood and our ancestors. I learned a lot about my German roots, my Grandma’s life, but I also learned that she LOVES pickles. I knew I was coming from a lineage of canning queens, but I had no idea about the extent of my Grandma’s pickle love. Every day at 2pm she requests that her nurse brings her one dill pickle, a bread and butter pickle and an assortment of olives. When my mom inquired about her salt intake my very funny, strong Grandma said, “I am 84 and I will eat what I want.” Touché Grandma, touché. As a parting gift, I gave her a jar of the Dutch Lunch Spears and hope she loves them. I also heard that my great aunt and great grandma were dill pickle makers and I am anxiously asking all my relatives if they have their recipes – I knew it was part of my genes!