My Grandma Oney was a really good cook. She made meals out of nothing it seemed like sometimes. Having been through the Depression she knew how to stretch a buck. She had a large garden up into her late 60's. It was really no secret that Grandma didn't really care for my Mom a whole lot-other than birthing me. Mom said while it seemed petty, she got a kick out of it when my Dad proclaimed that Mom's fried chicken and potato salad were better than Grandma's.
While Grandma was never outright mean to my Mom, she would be condescending and snarky. However, she did share some recipes with Mom so she could keep her little boy fed. This is a refrigerator pickle that my Dad really likes, so when Mom found it in a drawer with other recipes, she collected several cards and sent them down to me. Dude really liked the pickles. Of course, there are several jars in the fridge since the cukes are going crazy, but on the recipe it says "these last a really long time in the fridge". I am going to bring some to work though-just to clear some room for more pickles!
Grandma Oney's Refrigerator Pickles
6 cups unpeeled thin sliced cukes
1 cup onion, sliced thin
1 TBSP salt
1 tsp celery salt
1 small green pepper, cut into thin strips
1 small red pepper, cut into thin strips
1-1/2 cup sugar
1 cup vinegar
Dissolve sugar in the vinegar. Toss the cukes, onion, peppers, salt and celery salt in bowl and let stand 2 hours. Pack the pickle ingredients into freshly cleaned jars. Pour the liquid over the veggies and place in fridge. It made 2 full quart jars for me.
Dude and I spent a glorious 5 days camping and boating on the St. Croix river a week ago. We had so much fun-we cruised, we beached, we swam, we ate. The best vacation I could have asked for.
3 comments:
Your pickles look fantastic! I really like the fact that they contain onion and peppers. I have been collecting pickle recipes, but since I have only harvested one cucumber, they may not be put to use until next summer.
I am doing farmers market tomorrow and am totally making these pickles.
How is it that grandma's cooking is always the best, eh? Takes me back.
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