tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9781192.post6123747472818776065..comments2009-10-13T08:57:52.500-06:00Eric Ribackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11870213964744332539noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9781192.post-57098702326490059942009-10-13T08:57:52.500-06:002009-10-13T08:57:52.500-06:00the secret is NYC. They just don&#39;t have that specific Terroir that NYC gives pickles.<br />I&#39;ve had em in LA, Scottsdale, Chicago, Miami Beach and Newark, NJ. All were delicious, but a real pickle, one made with a pickle barrel that our grandparents may have touched or maybe was it their grandparents like mine? no matter. The best pickles may well come from where ever love and food is found.<br />That makes for a great story!Warren Bobrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17069135151635584373noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9781192.post-21563128578830178662009-08-20T17:39:57.395-06:002009-08-20T17:39:57.395-06:00Right you are, the secret is the cuke. This year I used several pounds that Gina gave to me, and even though the brine was a tested favorite,(Elton Brown&#39;s) the pickles were not worth eating. The garden invading bunnies got my burpie picklers before they even got a foot tall. I think it&#39;s because my dog Sherlock went to heaven this winter that the critters were brazen enough to sneak undreer my garden fense.<br /><br />So maybe the secret to good pickles, like most things in life, is a good dog.-Steveowl-hoonoreply@blogger.com