I discovered I was a pickle lover as a kid. Growing up, we always had a jar of bread and butter pickles in the refrigerator to be eaten with sandwiches and burgers, but most of the time I would sit and eat the slightly sweet crinkle-cut slices straight out of the jar (and more than just a few). Sometimes my dad, who did most of the cooking in my family,…
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