I came from a farming family and we canned and ate everything we produced. Pickles and jelly were on the table for every meal. We fell in love with homemade dill pickles and could eat as many as we wanted. Well, you know what I mean.
When we started to buy pickles the favorite of my Mom and Dad was Gedney dill pickles. As I purchased my own pickles they became Gedney Baby Dill Pickles. Not kosher, quartered, or big would due.
The first time we went to replenish our supply we were shocked. There in the grocery isle was a small almost unwanted section for pickles. Kosher dill, and sweet pickles graced the selves. We did our best at trying to find our favorite but there was none.
So, here it is, the two quart, six pack we brought with us from Minnesota. Unlike other things pickles are my comfort food from home. And replacing it with less will not work.
Just my thoughts on this Sunday afternoon.