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September 04, 2008


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Oh, I used to be a pickler. Every fall. Something about the smell of the brine and the spices always called to me. But my mother's were always better - crunchier - even prettier. And we found we didn't eat all of them, so the jars accumulated year by year. But the doing is fine. I'm glad you're doing it so I don't have to.


Sounds a bit crass, but I simply don't like the vinegar! But I wish I did. I keep a jar of cornichons in the cupboard, and occasionally take one out and eat it to try to persuade myself to like them. I quite like them with pate, to cut the richness, in small doses.


Interesting--the smell of the brine is exactly what charms R. and also what puts me (and by the sound of it, Lucy) off. Not that I mind vinegar, just the overwhelming nature of it in this application.

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