No use crying over spilt pickle brine

I make brine for pickles in gallon lots in the summer, and stash it in the garage fridge. It gets used over the course of a week or so as cucumbers ripen and get canned in small lots.  I had a couple quarts ready to can the other day and sent the Moose to the garage for a half-gallon jar of brine.

“Mom, the jar fell out of the fridge and busted on the ground and it wasn’t my fault!” Absolutely no good words can be thought of immediately after being the recipient of this statement.

“Fine. Please bring me the other jar, and then go clean up the mess.”

“But it’s not my mess because it wasn’t my fault!!”

“I’m not blaming you for the mess, but it happened on your watch, and it’s now your job to clean up.” This was apparently a completely new concept for him, and took a considerable amount of time and effort to wrap his brain around. However, the job did get mostly done, and the shattered glass got taken care of, which was the most important thing.

The brine wasn’t as thoroughly mopped up, and has dried on the garage floor.

So now my garage smells faintly of pickled skunk.


About dep31

I am a farm-raised homeschooling mom. I take great joy in making nutritious food that inspires people to take seconds. Thirds, anyone? We are a God-fearing, Christ worshiping family that enjoys good friends and good eats. If the kitchen is clean and the living room carpet is visible, then that's a nice bonus.
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