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.
and I’ve been remiss in telling you how delicious the pickles you gave me are….well, they were, they are all gone!