The farmer at the market was calling these homegrown cucumbers just right for pickling.
I thought they were the exact same size as the ones I buy in the supermarket that we slice up, say, to a couple dozen wedges to add to our salad bowl.
Those would be some really large pickles.
George Three, as an aside, makes his own pickles at home, but has had a problem of late with them hollowing out on the inside. The chief pickler was not present at the Regional Market, but George got her card for further consultation.
Mark Bialczak 
I miss the old, old days when I always had a vegetable garden.
Ever since I was just a little kid in California.
Whatever happened to that idealistic young boy?
Life got in the way.
That’s what.
(Life always seems to find a way… to mess things up)
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Life sure is something, Lance.
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I prefer it to the alternative Mark–I would think we all do.
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My wife makes homemade pickles each and every summer, and I absolutely prefer them to anything store-bought. Summer marketplaces like this serve as our “supplier” as well.
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Sounds great, Bruce!
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Anyway you have them… they are fresh from the Market!
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They sure are, Nance!
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I’m not fickle when it comes to pickles! And the Farmer’s Market is one of my summer loves. Fun times, Mark!
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maybe they could be the sliced kind of pickles?
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Now you’ve got a great idea, Beth!
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