Monday, August 13, 2018

How to Make Crispy Crunchy Dill Pickles

Beginning in September of 2011 home canning aficionados from all over North America and beyond have been visiting Wauwatosa NOW to learn about how to make crispy crunchy sweet pickles.  Following the sale of Journal Sentinel to Gannet the Wauwatosa NOW home page and the blog have vanished into the ether.  Nevertheless, most things tend to persist on the internet (both good and bad) so lest you doubt that claim all you have to do is Google 'How to Make Crispy Crunchy Sweet Pickles.'  Usually right around the start of July that old blog post finds its way to the Google making me one of the world's foremost authorities on the subject of crispy crunchy sweet pickles. 

Search engine optimization does play a role but I would submit that it is an exceedingly reliable and tasty-good recipe formulation.  Try it yourself - à la carte, with a burger or a hotdog, or on a toasted cheese or Smucker’s All Natural Peanut Butter sandwich.  Yum! 

After floundering around the dill pickle universe with year after year of mediocre product I do believe that I have stumbled-upon what might possibly be the gold standard of home-grown, home-canned, crispy crunchy dill pickles.  A number of years ago I introduced them during a Saturday evening Schützenfest Bloody Mary bar and they received rave reviews.  Plunk one of these dill spears in your cocktail and you will think you have died and gone to heaven.  Just the right balance of salt, dill and garlic.  Tangy with a refreshing crunch!   

You're probably thinking:  What is  your secret ingredient?  The answer is: Ca(OH)2 – calcium hydroxide – commonly known as Pickling Lime.  Here’s the recipe.



Start with a sink-full of freshly-picked, scrubbed and rinsed pickle cukes and fetch your pickle barrel.  Everyone should have a five gallon bucket.  They are indispensable.  My bucket might have originally held cat litter.  Nevertheless, it also appears to be food-grade since it doesn’t stain or absorb odors.  I use it to brine meats and fish, haul butchered venison and assist in pickle-making. I even made sauerkraut in it one year.  In a pinch you can sit on it in your deer stand and keep your thermos, lunch and toilet paper inside where it won't get wet.  Like I said - they're indispensable.





Slice your cukes and toss into your plastic bucket.  I like to make spears and cut cukes accordingly. 

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I also use a mandolin because the thickness is uniform and you can make slices with cool-looking ridges on them.  Be careful with this device and don’t do like I do and slice part of your thumb-off with the first use.




The secret to really crunchy pickles is liming them.  Combine one cup of pickling lime with two gallons of cold water and mix thoroughly in the bucket.  Add additional lime and water until your cuke chips float freely in your pickle barrel.   Snap-on the lid and put it in cool place like the cellar overnight. 








The following day drain your limed cukes in the sink.  They'll be nice and crispy because the calcium reinforces the cellular structure of the cucumber.  But you have to soak them to remove the excess lime. 


This is an exceedingly important step.  Lime is alkaline and if you have residual lime in your pickles it might neutralize the acid in your brine causing your pickles to go bad.  Be diligent about the chemistry and you won’t die from botulism.   Fill the sink full of slices with cold tap water and let them soak for a bit.  Drain and repeat this two to three more times.  Then fill the sink again and let your cukes soak for three hours in cold fresh tap water.  Following the rinse cycle drain in a colander and start your brine.   

Basic brine:  In a non-reactive pot combine one quart of white vinegar with two quarts of water with ¾ cup of canning salt.  (Canning salt is not iodized).  This should be sufficient for a dozen quarts of pickles.  Increase proportionately for larger batches.  You can also save leftover brine – just put it in jars, cap and use the next day or next weekend for anything calling for a basic salty vinegar brine.  Bring the brine to a boil.  While the brine is heating pack your jars. 


Into each jar place one peeled garlic clove.  Add dill seed.  I am partial to Penzeys dill seed but any will do.  3 t of seed for quarts and 1½ t for pints.  Pack the jars with your pickles.  Pack tightly but don’t force the slices.  Fill the packed jars with the boiling brine leaving a half-inch of head space.  Add your lids and bands and process in a boiling water bath for 15 minutes.  Remove and allow to cool.  When the lids pop your jars are sealed properly. 
 
 
*A word about the jars and lids.  Sterilize your jars by immersing them in boiling water or running them through the dishwasher on the 'sanitize' cycle.  Lids are easy - heat a Pyrex measuring cup of water to a boil in the microwave and drop the lids in the hot water to sanitize them.  Fish them out with a tongs.


Sunday, August 12, 2018

One More Turkey

A Jake from this morning.....

More of the Brood Flock

Likely more of the mama hen from the gray-scale photos posted a couple of hours ago.

This from only a couple of days ago - the morning of August 10th...

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Brood Flock

Too bad it's not Mothers Day today as this would be a perfect way to recognize all of the diligence and hard work that moms expend to raise a child or two. Or perhaps ten children.

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Here's a wild turkey hen and her brood flock.  Judging from the size of her family this hen has performed a magnificent job of mothering. 

As an astute reader you have likely already noted the absence of a gobbler.  In the turkey world males do not play a role in raising the young.  Same for whitetails.  As a consequence you should disregard most everything Disney promotes about the wild animal kingdom as drivel.
 

The little ones are called poults and they're about the size of chickens.

Curious about the black and white format?  The photos are in shades of gray as they were taken very early in the morning under low-light conditions.


Raising a toast to motherhood!

Progress

FB shared a memory with me the other day – a photo I posted four years ago of a rain-sodden deer camp in November of 2005.  We had just moved back into the house the previous week and you can see the yard is still quite torn-up from the construction crew.         

The view is from the second floor blue bedroom looking west.  The trees on the horizon are my neighbor’s woodlot a quarter mile distant.  The arc to the right defines the border of the prairie planting and center-left you can clearly see rows of machine-planted trees.  One year-old bare root stock when they were planted in 1998 they were about knee-high when this picture was taken  At the time I thought I wouldn’t live long enough to see them grow to maturity and amount to something.       



Fast forward to today – fourteen years later.  Here is a photo taken from the same room and an additional picture looking west from the front yard.  Everything has grown into an almost impenetrable thicket of young forest that is now home to all manner of wild things.  With natural regeneration occurring you can barely locate where the original rows are.    

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Raising a toast to sustainable forestry!

Saturday, August 11, 2018

The Night of the Big Meats


It has been a busy weekend.  Sid and Six Deuce arrived yesterday and following a relaxing fish fry at Lee's and a leisurely breakfast at the Brussels Café this morning it was a perfectly fine working day today.  They worked.  I gardened and cooked.  It was hot too.

Sid and Six performed annual maintenance on The Taj deer stand and installed a totally safe aluminum extension ladder for easy ascent, access, egress and descent.

Following that there was the ritual (smaller but no less meaningful) zeroing of deer hunting rifles. Six Deuce played his glockenspiel. All of which was followed by adult beverages and porch setting. 



Which was followed by fresh garden veggies and dill dip to accompany the adult beverages.



Which was followed by the grilling of side pork to be washed down by additional adult beverages.

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Followed by the grilling of Marchant's aged New York strip steaks, served with garden tossed salad, garden crashed potatoes, Wauwatosa Rocket Baby Bakery peasant bread and topped with peninsula Belgian cherry pie,


Some things never change.

Cheers.......


Flutterby

Most trail camera photos consist of (in this order) ground cover blowing in the wind, deer, turkey, raccoons, possums, rabbits, coyotes, various birds, mink and recently a rumble of river otters.

Then there is this.....

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