I finally did it; I have successfully reproduced the one thing I love most that my mom has made: her pickles. These aren't ordinary pickles. These are the kind you make in a pickling crock that take at least 3 weeks to make. They are time consuming and you kind of have to babysit them and they are the best darn things in the whole world. My mom made them all my growing up years and I never had any interest in how to do it myself but I just knew that she could never stop making them. But she did and I was sure that I would never taste one again. Now after 3 years in a row I have finally captured a bit of my mom in a jar. The taste takes me back to her canning kitchen every time. They make me think of her and I am so grateful I can pass on the tradition to my kids and say, "Here have one of these. They are the signature of Grammy." I never thought I would want to do anything just like my mom did when I was a teenager, but now I find myself praying more and more that I can figure out some of her tricks and talents and get as much information out of her as I can while I still have her. At least now I have figured out a way to bottle a bit of my mom and keep her on my shelf.