A focus on the crafts of others: Stephen's homemade pickles!

Last month my husband decided to make pickles!  We tried to grow some cucumbers in the garden for pickles but all we ever got were a couple of sad little cucumbers.  They were even curved in little frowns...  Lucky for Stephen, he found the perfect little pickle sized cucumbers at the farmers market! 

First he whipped up a batch of pickling spice.  The recipe came from the book, Charcuterie, and it is full of all sorts of exciting stuff, or at least he thought so, because for weeks after he made them he'd come up to me like this once or twice a day:

What a goober...

Sorry honey, but I don't find your spices all that interesting...

Then he stuffed the cucumbers and spices in a couple of jars with some water and vinegar and other stuff and stuck them in the fridge.  Our fridge pickles would be ready in about 2 weeks.

All done!

Take a look at those lovely pickles! 

Now Stephen is such a happy boy!  He loves homemade pickles. In fact, he likes to tell me sometimes how one time he ate so many of his grandma's homemade pickles that he threw up.  Gross...

"Yay!  I love pickles!"

I, on the other hand, hate pickles. No, I don't hate pickles, I HATE pickles.  There are few things that I think are more disgusting than pickles. In fact, maybe there is nothing I think is more disgusting than pickles.  However, Stephen really wanted me to try one.  Since he is my husband, and I love him, I told him I'd try one bite, but he had to record my genuine reactions.  I like to keep this blog real you know.  So here's what happened...

You know, it wasn't the worst pickle I've ever had...

"Whatever!  More for me!!"