On Sat, 14 Jul 2007 13:54:35 -0500, Melba's Jammin'
> wrote:

>I picked up $8 worth of cukes at the farmers market (locally grown,
>Ellen. :-) for transforming into Rob's B&B pickles. HOLY CRAP,
>Batman! The guy I bought my half peck from was selling a bushel of
>small pickling cukes for $60. SIX-ZERO dollars.
>
>I'm slightly annoyed with myself for buying mine from him because, 1) I
>don't like the guy but didn't have time to peruse the whole place due to
>time constraints, and 2) some sweet teens were selling theirs (more
>perfectly sized for my used than what I bought) for $2 a box and $6 or
>$8 would have gotten me at least as much as what I paid the guy I did
>buy from. Oh, well. Maybe next week. . . . I'm thinking I'll put up
>some half pint jars of them, too, for gifts. Then I won't have Rob's,
>"Hey! Quit giving away my pickles!" LOL!
>
>Anyway, the cukes are currently in the washing machine getting scrubbed
>(I've a couple terry towels with them; gentle cycle, cold water). I'll
>get them out and commence to slicing them and salting them down. They
>will lie in sweet repose in a salty ice bath whilst I catch forty winks.
>
>Weather is sheer perfection for what I need to do this afternoon.
>Like Jorge says, life is good.

Wish you were closer to me. I have cukes coming out my ears right
now. I have made hamburger dills, Kosher dills, bread & butter and
sweet pickles. I also have some cukes brining. And they are still
coming in. Guess I should send some over to the Ark and the next door
neighbor.
--
Susan N.

"Moral indignation is in most cases two percent moral,
48 percent indignation, and 50 percent envy."
Vittorio De Sica, Italian movie director (1901-1974)