I have always found great joy in my Grandma's delicious sweet pickles. We use the juice in our Easter deviled eggs, cut them up as a relish on hot dogs, put them on sandwiches, and eat them out of the dish before every family get together. This past Thanksgiving, my Grandma and I sat down in the kitchen as she recited this famous recipe for me. I made them this morning, and it reminded me that the best thing about making a recipe is all of the memories that come with it!
