When I think of carefree childhood days I think of pickled green tomatoes.
I know. It’s strange. It should be something like, butterscotch candies, banana pudding, or Snickerdoodles. But some of my favorite childhood memories are wrapped around pickled green tomatoes and the girl who taught me to love them.
I was a town girl. My best friend Kerri was a country kid who lived in a sweet brick house with white dormers, flowers growing around the windows, and a wreath hanging on the front door. We ran wild through the orchards and the wheat fields around her house. For one whole year we lived, ate, and breathed Anne of Green Gables and Little House on the Prairie. We went everywhere in our bib overall dresses, sun bonnets dangling down our backs, and our “Best Friends” lockets hanging from our necks. Kerri’s mom was (and still is) a gourmet cook, who’s kitchen was always full of wonderful smelling foods. Kerri shared her mom’s love of cooking and recipes. That girl would eat anything! One of her great loves was her mom’s homemade, canned, pickled green tomatoes. I was skeptical at first, but if Kerri was eating it I was going to at least give it try. I was hooked from the very first bite. We would eat an entire jar in one sitting; savoring every hot, sweet, and sour bite.
A few weeks ago I noticed my tomato plants were loaded with green tomatoes, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with them. I called up Kerri’s mom Colleen, who happily gave me that very same recipe.
My mom (who is my canning guru) came for the day to help me pickle the tomatoes. We took our baskets out to what’s left of the garden, and loaded them up with green tomatoes.
Grandpa showed up just in time for lunch and to keep the boys busy while mom and I poured the hot brine over the tomatoes and water bathed the jars. They played legos while we finished up the canning.
Now I have enough pickled green tomatoes to satisfy my cravings for a long time! Just looking at them makes me smile Not only does it bring back fond memories for me but we made fond memories in the process…
Now it’s your turn. Humor me for a moment, and tell me about the food that brings you back to your carefree childhood days.