I came home early Friday to join Mark and his cousins, Nancy and Nancy, for day 1 of the second annual Pickle-athon. Two Nancys and two nancy boys putting up 100 pounds of pickles in two days. Work has never been so much fun and the fruits (or vegetables) of our labor stay with us all year.
Every time we make potato or macaroni or tuna salad or simply slice a pickle as a side for sandwich or burger, these two days come streaming back. I relish this new, old tradition. And yes….the pun is intended.
Afterward, a wonderful lunch at La Superior set the scene for a nice siesta before a text from Brenda announced it was time to head to Washington Park to watch Violetta die of consumption. Pickles and opera…what a day!
Saturday we were up early to finish the pickles…
…and by 1:00 that afternoon, “The Nancys” had 94 quart jars of pickles and 4 pints of spears for those small gatherings.
A quick burger at Helvetia with the girls and it was time for a few pictures before labeling the jars and saying our farewells. We’re already looking forward to next year’s pickle-athon and who knows…maybe we’ll fill the island…we only need about twenty more jars. I think that’s a worthy goal.