Tickled With Pickles

I met my friend Carla when I agreed to be the block captain for our Neighborhood Watch program; Carla was the instigator of this group. We have a surprising amount of mostly petty crime here in our otherwise idyllic little town nestled against the bay, so Carla helped us to organize and try to defeat the Bad Guys. It has paid off - just this week one of our alert neighbors called the cops on four suspicious characters and nabbed them red-handed with a laptop they had stolen from a guy down the street. Those women are back in jail now - they were on parole, so their asses are grass this time.

Anyway, that has nothing to do with pickles except that Carla brought us a jar of hers to thank us for some scanning we did for the Neighborhood Watch program. Now, you may have noticed that if I write about pickled things, it's a rarity, because I honestly don't know what to do with them. I'm sort of a novice about pickles. Oh, I have made pickled beets from time to time and enjoyed them but that's the extent of my pickling knowledge.

So, hey, pickle fans! I'm tickled to receive pickles but I need help! How would you suggest I use this beautiful jar of pickled cauliflower?