Sing the picklin' song!

It's midnight, and the last batch of pickles is about to go into the hot water bath.

I sent John off to take Misha home, so I could finish this by the time he gets back.

50 pounds of asparagus, 23 quarts and 6 pints of pickles (and one half pint of pure pickled garlic).

It's a beautiful sight. But I'm a tired girl.