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For the Love of Pickles

Anyone in my family can tell you that I love pickles, the only exception to that being sweet pickles. Dill, half-sour, sour....they are a wonderful treat for my palate. I have become so very picky about pickles, that if they aren't crispy enough (a sign of being on the grocery shelf too long) then I really can't eat them. I've discovered that my favorite half-sour pickles that I can get here in Baltimore, Ba-Tampte, are best when the pickles are a dark green and the brine is clear.

Yesterday, I mistakenly bought a jar of their Garlic Dill pickles thinking that they were the Half-Sours. I was a little wary of this particular jar because while the brine was clear the pickles were lighter than usual (still thinking it was a jar of Half-Sours). Anyhow, right before we put the kids to bed, and in need of a quick snack, I opened the jar to discover that these were sour pickles. Sour, salty, slight jolt to the tongue sour pickles. Just like the ones they bring you in a little bowl when you sit down at the deli. Pickle nirvana. Anyhow, since I have both my kids addicted to the Half-Sours, this was an opportunity for full pickle indoctrination. So, when they came up to the kitchen I offered them both a taste. I was sure it would be too sour for at least Izzy, and possibly Liam. But nope, they both loved it and I will for now, be joyfully sharing my sour pickles (disguised on your grocery shelves as Garlic Dill, by the way) with my two children. And as my family knows, I never really liked to share my pickles. See, people can change.