goodbye pickles

The night before we left Portland for our grand return to New York, New York, we made some pickles to have pickling in our absence. The cucumbers we've culled from the garden over the last few weeks were left soaking while we assembled the requisite garlic, dill, sea salt, and peppercorns.


Into the bucket they go, swimming in a lovely brine, to be resting under a dinner plate in our basement.


When we return it will be time for jarring and crunching and munching and perhaps some large pastrami sandwiches.