My long time readers may remember that I love pickles. For my more recent readers, here's a recap. I love pickles. I make my own dill pickles using a recipe that my grandmother used and a couple of aunts taught me the technique. 65MD grows cucumbers and dill in the yard for me. I get enough most summers to last until the next summer. This year my uncle had some extra cucumbers so I should have enough to last more than a year.
I don't really feel bad about loving dill pickles. They are cucumbers soaked in vinegar, salt and dill. I really think they should count as a vegetable. If that were the case, I'd have no trouble getting in all my veggies every day!
I made the first batch of pickles this summer on June 29. They need to soak at least six weeks to get good and sour. The longer they sit the better. I cracked open a jar the other day and was not disappointed with the outcome. This particular jar was a pint sized jar with whole cucumbers in it. I think there were 4. I ate them all, with a little mustard on them. That was my supper - a pint of dill pickles. Anyone care to guess what happened this morning?
My weight was up 2 pounds. Yeap, I'd finally squeezed of two pounds this week only to put it back on over night. I cut down on the salt this year, hoping to negate this issue a bit. Sadly, it didn't help. My hands are so swollen, I can feel my rings. I know this is just temporary. And, I know I only have myself to blame. I'm still chugging the water today, hoping that in the morning that two pounds will be gone for good. Alas!
2 weeks ago