Pickle Cheater Cheater

I've been doing some cheating.

Before you become alarmed, let me delve deeper into an explanation.  Delving deeper.  It's what I do.  Talk.  And then talk some more.  Moving on.   

I have been cheating about making and canning pickles with the abundance of cucumbers from the garden. 

Here's what I do. 

Slice the cucumbers. 

Put them in a pretty bowl.  One from my grandma.  It's kind of important that step.  In that using your grandma's bowl simply does something for your soul.  Even though I think she would wag her finger at me for not doing the real deal canned pickles.  And I would wave my finger back and say, "Grandma!  I'm trying over here."     

Then I dump vinegar over them.  Mostly white vinegar but with a long splash of the apple cider variety for kicks. 

Then I stir them all around and let them sit in that business for about forty-five minutes.  After their bath...I rinse them off, dump them in a different bowl (one which has a lid; that's important too), sprinkle them with sea salt, put the lid on, and shake shake shake.  See!  The lid was important.  I can't have you shaking cucumbers all over hell.  Then I taste one to see if it's the correct combination of salt and vinegar.  I can't explain that to you other than, you'll just know.  You will.  Sometimes I go through the salting and shaking again.  Sometimes I don't. 

And then they are this cheater version of a pickle.  Only crispier.  Which I kind of like the best about them.  It's kind of like eating a potato chip.  Go with me on that.  It's a stretch.  Similar to me drinking pumpkin spice coffee this morning in anticipation of fall. 

They keep in the fridge for awhile.  I fed them to my friends on the Monday evening wine night and that was five days after I made them.  All of the girls are still alive and kicking and seemed to enjoy them so I feel safe in saying they last "awhile."

Cheater pickles.  A win!