Around our house back in the day it was a series of several big farts over several hours,kinda liken it to rolling thunder.My Mom's pickled eggs were highly cherished items.There was usually always a dozen or more in the fridge at all times.I know this has sidetracked the thread a bit but sure brings back a lot of nice childhood memories.
Same here but it was normally my grandmothers place. No fridge really unless one classes the old ice block one she had but kept them in her unheated porch on a shelf. Home it was hit and miss for them
At baba's always a bottle of eggs, pickles and wieners since she could not afford to buy real polish sausage
I just bought the wieners and am going to try to make a batch today since I have one gallon bottle left empty. I would say easy 30 years since I had any of those
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