Three and a quarter quarts of pickles are now canned. This is my last batch for the summer. I put nearly a quart away in the fridge too, and will take some to work today for sampling.
I smell like spiced vinegar, at least pre-morning-shower. And I love this smell, because it reminds me of home and G-ma and Mom.
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