We are all set for pickles this year.
You may be shocked to hear that I am not the one in this family who cans things. Sparks is. He was doing it the summer we met, and it definitely impressed me.
I am maintaining a three-year streak of “complete inability to grow cucumbers” but fortunately, I’m the only one with this problem so we’re getting plenty of donations. Sparks has done nine quarts so far, and has enough cucumbers for four or five more.
I watch with only the vaguest ideas about what’s going on, as cucumbers
become cucumbers hermetically sealed in jars
with some garlic, hot peppers, and dill blossoms.
You are so talented, honey. Birthday cakes and pickles. I love you.