The Problem with Pickles!

I pulled out my store-bought bread and butter pickles from the refrigerator and was struck by my lack of attention to making my own. It has been several years since my beautiful neighbor, and I made our only batch of “ca-jarred” pickles. I remembered they were a success and we enjoyed them into the fall.

The only thing stopping me is remembering my mom attempting to make dill pickles. She was so proud of her mason jars lined up in a row in our basement. Then it happened. We heard a pop and a crack. We went to the basement to find the source of the noise and discovered her pickles were exploding one by one like it was the Fourth of July. We ran for cover until the last jar exploded.

It is extremely funny now, but my mom was not amused especially knowing we had a lot to clean up in the end. I am sure you are not surprised my mom never canned another day in her life!