Paid a visit last night to Smith Street's newest gourmet haunt, Chestnut, and was pleasantly surprised on several accounts. The room was warm, the staff accomodating and their bartender made a killer Negroni using a Dutch gin that I wasn't familiar with.
But, what really caught my attention was the bowl of homemade pickles that was brought to the table before dinner. Pickles? Yes, pickles. Not Guss', but bonafide homemade gherkin delights.
I quickly gobbled the small bowl full of sweet-salty slices and requested another. My dining partner Amy mentioned that I should try my hand at making pickles. I scrunched my face in protest. It's just too much work.
Amy assured me that I was being ridiculous - and that the finished product would be worth the labors. And, sure enough, scouring the Internet for recipes, I came across this one on Saveur. Sounds simple enough. But, here's the thing - Do I think I have enough pickle passion to chow down TWO QUARTS of the stuff?
I'll give it some thought...maybe over a bowl of pickles and a Negroni.
Aw, you could give pickle gifts to all your friends. Nothing says love like home made pickles.
I was considering looking into it the other day. One of the main reasons I haven't in the past is that the pickles I've had from friends and family haven't been all that great. In fact, they weren't good at all. Sounds as though there may be a challange looming ...
Posted by: Dr. Biggles | February 19, 2004 at 10:31 PM