No, I'm not pregnant. I know that for sure ... so surely I'm turning into a Vampire or something, because I have to have gone insane to walk into Bernies and buy all the jars on the shelf and pay $25.00 for Garlic Pickles. Von just looked at me when I lined them up on the counter top ... and he didn't utter a word, but the raised eyebrows said his every thought. He thinks I'm crazy.
They taste so good that I've kept my empty jars in the fridge to keep the juice good so I can add my own cucumbers next year. My plan is to freeze the pickle juice .... but maybe I'll figure out what happened and why I need these pickles before next year comes!