Grrrr. Can you tell I’ve been avoiding posting this.
I guess it’s not all bad news. But it wasn’t the resounding success I was hoping for, that’s for sure.
Okay, drumroll please…
Four objective judges: one man, two women, one lovely young lady.
Two liked my husband’s pickles, one couldn’t decide, and one like mine.
Hubs is having a field day, of course. I’m choosing to move on in an adult-like and mature fashion. (Which means only a little bit of pouting, minimal dirty looks, while refraining from tossing any pickle juice in his smug face.)
Anyways, I did get points for the spear shape – but his allegedly had a more traditional dill flavor. They were both pretty darn spicy, so cut back on the garlic and mustard seed if you are not a spice person (aka you don’t want to have pickle breath for three days – honestly). I do have to say, mine did taste best in a great tuna salad.
But really, overall, I’m okay.
Because I did beat him at Crumpets.