As some of you may remember I’ve been canning. A lot.
The last of the cucumbers came in and I decided to make more refrigerator pickles. And then I remembered.
I had a mandoline. Not the instrument, the kitchen tool (different spelling). And, yes, it’s French. Trust the French.
Now I’ve had the cheap plastic kind. They work. They’re Okay. But I was shopping at Tuesday Morning a couple of years ago and saw this one, at an unbelievably good price. And Martha said everyone should have one. A good one. So I got it.
My beautiful (sharp) mandoline sat on my lazy Susan next to the pots and pans. It seemed a little much to drag it out for one onion. One potato. One cucumber.
But now I have a garden. And I had all these cucumbers and onions to slice for refrigerator pickles. God bless you, Martha. Tuesday morning, too.