My last name is not Pickles which is good cause if it was it would have made for a pretty short story.
Three years ago I made fridge pickles for the first time and the hubby LOVED them. Therefore, the next year he was devastated when a hail storm took out the cucumbers. It was about mid season and it seemed like all the hail just hit that one spot. Since it was already mid July it was too late to plant new and the greenhouses had stopped selling plants. So we went a whole winter without pickles. To makes sure we had enough the following year I planted 6 rows of cucumbers. Yeah you read right six 30 foot rows of cucumbers. I don't know what I was thinking. We had enough cucumbers for a grocery store and then some. I was bringing them into the house 3 large black garbage bags at a time. I weighed a few bags and they were 80+lbs Obviously there were just to many for me to keep up. I tried to give away as many as I could, but by the end of their growing season a lot just went to waste. I ended up with 100 1L jars of pickles and there is just the 2 of us.
Every time me parents called last summer I was making pickles so my Dad started calling me "Mrs.Pickles". He even went so far as to make me a lovely wooden sign for Christmas showing Mrs.Pickles Garden. So when I decided to write a blog about my garden the name was a no brainer.
So there you go. This year I did not make the same mistake. Only 2 rows and only half of each row took this year so we should be good!