Originally Posted by kwilkinson
So you guys were like pre everything out of mason jar hipsters?
One of the worst events of the year for me was when it was time to make the peppers. It was this horrible, endless task into which I would be conscripted to do the worst jobs like peel 50 bulbs of garlic. My mother would make the brine, which smelled up the whole house worse than a rotting seal carcas. Then ... oh never mind but we made crates and crates of these preserved peppers, aged them and gave them to various people. The caveat was always, if you got peppers, you had to give the jar back when you were done. We needed it for wine, I guess.