30 July 2014

The Dill Pickle

Dill, cucumbers, garlic, and hot cherry pepper- waiting for the brine

When I was little, I had a cool ride called the Dill Pickle.  Oh, how I loved the Dill Pickle!  When I first learned to ride her, I decided to ride down the hill on Frank Street.  I still remember flying down that hill, flush with the pride of my new-found awesomeness!  Half way down, I realized I had no idea how to stop.  Hardly one to worry about tiny details, I made a split-second decision to use the Ginter's (our neighbors) unpaved driveway as a run-off.  Have you ever driven through the mountains, and seen those runaway truck ramps?