From a young age I have always been a fan of pickles. I think it was my father that drilled this into me. Every year, usually a couple of months before Christmas my dad starts pickling. You can be halfway up the street and the smell of onions will hit you making your eyes sting and smart before you even get there, this is when the arguments start! Now my point of view is that I am the eldest and have been actively encouraging my fathers pickling habit for years, I have now got competition for my fathers jars of joy in the shape of my future sister in law! She claims that due to the fact her ...
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