In a pickle (or a watched pot sometimes boils over)
A couple of years ago my mother spent a week at my brother Keith's home in Raleigh, N.C., at the request of his daughters — Kendra, Deidre and Anne Catherine — who wanted “Grammy” to teach them to make her pickles. Otherwise, Mom hadn't made a run of pickles in a few years. And I had been jonesing for some.
Mar 31, 2017 at 8:52 PM