Comments on: The King Pickle

By: Miki

Miki — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 01:07:57 +0000

My dad made two matching lamps out of the gigantic deli sized pickle jars when I was a kid. The jars served as the bases.

By: Billie

Billie — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 14:07:30 +0000

This reminds me of the time when I was 8 and asked to learn how to cook. My mom said, “Well, you can read. There are the cookbooks. Find something you want to make, I’ll get the ingredients, and you can have at it!” I decided on peanutbutter cookies. My mom got everything out of the cupboard I would need and went to work on something or other while I labored over my creation. Somehow, (there must have been batter over the 1/) I put in 2 cups of brown sugar instead of 1/2 cup and I had brown sugar pancakes rather than peanutbutter cookies!

By: Rayia

Rayia — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 18:56:00 +0000

Don’t you just love the pickle jars. I grew up with my mother filling these gallon jars with everything from flour to beans to pasta. She always had an abundance of them filling her counter tops or shelves. Not long after I was married she sent me about 10 of them full of goodies, they make a great gift. I painted all the lids a lovely aqua blue and I must say they are darling. It’s so fun to hear about others with fond “sugar-pickle jar” memories.

By: Valerie (Kyriosity)

Valerie (Kyriosity) — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 14:04:43 +0000

If it’s any consolation, the gourmet-est baker in my church set out to make an angel food cake for another friend’s birthday last year, and the same pancake thing happened…twice. This year it was my turn to make the same person’s angel food birthday cake, but I, knowing my limitations, used a mix, which was, of course, just like her mom used to make it!