Ackkkk!!!!
The foul stench of rotting dill and fermenting pickles assaults my fair and fine tuned senses.
Day 1: Saturday Halifax Farmers Market! Finally bought a couple of pounds of pickling cukes.. darling little dudes they were
Day 2: Set them up in a heavy brine solution to "do their thing" overnight before canning the next day.. heat wave commences
Day 3: Heat wave smacks us in the face, full force... no canning going on in this apartment.
Day 4: Awake to the foul stench combo aforementioned. Didn't have the stomach to rid humanity of the frothing mess before work. Tackled the bowl of disgust around midnight when I returned home to an apartment permeated with the death-stink of heatwave-fermenting dill cucumbers. Strained off the froth and brine and then double bagged our dearly departed cukes.. off to the bin for those lovelies.
Day 5: Craving pickles.
Day7: ? As for what the future holds, I'm surely no reliable source... but I do plan on starting the process again, safely into Sunday when this accursed heat wave will break with a predicted hurricane. I mean really.. how civilized would that be to be canning, safe and secure, while the tempest rages? Spot of tea with your crumpet?
p.s. Photo was stolen from the interwebs.. I didn't have the heart to take a picture of my epic pickle fail..
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