I LOVE pickles! The story is told by my mom that as soon as I could walk, the pickles were kept on the bottom shelf of the fridge with the lid off and I just helped myself. I am not sure why, but pickles are like an entire food group to me. I made pickles this year for the first time in years. Before I was sick, I always pickled. Well, not always, I had a dear friend teach me how to pickle a few years after moving to Montana. So, pickling was a favorite fall affair for several years, then I got sick and was just barely surviving and pickling was far from my mind. I would have never had the energy. So, here is a picture of my first batch of pickles in years. To me it is more than just pickles - although I must admit they are DELICIOUS - they symbolize how far I have come. I am doing things I never thought possible again - I am so grateful!!