The other night for dinner I was having a craving for a cucumber, tomato, dill and sour cream salad. I picked up the ingredients at the Viktualienmarkt, including a fresh bundle of dill, and hopped on the U-Bahn to head for home.
The bag was sitting on my lap and the instant the smell of dill hit my nostrils the memory came flooding in. When I was a child living in Philadelphia, I made summer visits to my grandparents in Connecticut. One of the things I always loved were my grandfather's homemade pickles, waiting in a crock in the fridge, soaking in briney water and seasoned with fresh dill from the garden. Sliced into spears and the highlight of any lunch. I could have eaten them all.
I still haven't found pickles anywhere that I like so much. Maybe I need to pick up the tradition myself now.
Posted from Munich
4 comments:
yum! if you do, please share the recipe.
hope your first week on the new gig goes well.
Yes - that sounds outstanding! :)
That takes me back to my childhood- Eastern European background? I replace it with magerquark here, the only uniquely German foodstuff that I will miss- tastes like sour cream with very few calories.
In fact, I will go cut up a cuke, some radishes and a tomatoe and throw them in with some dill and parsely (the parsley on the deck is huge, my basil is drowning:().
Great post much appreciate the time you took to write this.
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