A couple of days ago, I went out to the garden and gathered up all those big, yellowish cucumbers Rena and I have been tossing to the side, because I remembered a recipe my former neighbor, Barbara, shared with me; she called them cucumber curls. Google takes me to various other names for the same pickle.
They are more like candy that pickles, and I can't wait to taste them once again. This morning my job was to peel the cucumbers and take the seeds out.
Then I cut them into "curls". Now they are soaking in lime water for twenty-four hours.
I learned yesterday evening that you won't find the pickling lime in the grocery section, and that stick cinnamon is almost five dollars for a little jar containing six sticks. I could have passed out from the shock!
It's a beautiful day today, and I think I'm going to try out my lawn mower if the grass dries just a little.