picklejars

WHO WILL WIN THE RACE TO THE FINISH LINE: the cucumbers, or the frost? Andre the doodler emailed me the other day for a pickle recipe, so I’m thinking he’s busy trying to put his money on the cukes, hoping that they all get into jars before the first wintry blast interferes. (And by the way, his rescued pit bull’s name: Pickle. There’s something comforting about pickles, in any shape or size. Woof.)