By Laura Grimes
The pickles as social vehicle experiment is working! (Read what it’s all about here.) So far, the bartering offers include (some serious, some not so much):
- Pesto plus a 2009 WillaKenzie pinot gris
- Elk meat
- Cream cheese braid
- $57.32 (perhaps not so serious, but I know the intent is true, because we split one of these jars of pickles for lunch recently on a hot summer day when we had nothing else to eat and had to dig out slices with our fingers)
- Designer labels for jars (also perhaps not so serious, but a little arm-twisting might work)
- “Ring of Fire” peppers with an 80K hotness (I still have no idea what this is, but my guess is an extreme distance running race after eating the peppers, which still sound painful)
- Kickass ginger molasses cookies (also sound painful, but in a good way)
- Apple pie I
- Apple pie II
- Henry James novel
The pickle show hits the road next week to pick up the kickass ginger molasses cookies. It involves a coffee date.
I’m researching how to ship fragile jars with amber liquid. The hot peppers that require running a long distance are being shipped from Idaho from someone I haven’t been in touch with much for more than 30 years. In return, I need to send pickles to a place on Wild Goose Way.
Other rendezvous are in the works.
It’s not too late to make an offer. Hurry while supplies last.
And, George, I saw that! We’re going to have to slice our cucumbers differently next year and call them Bartering Chips.
Pagliacci/Carmina Burana continues tonight and Saturday at Portland Opera. The Small Large Smelly Boy and I will be there and we have a fun post planned. Stay tuned!