What Are You Eating?

We have so many pickle jars in our fridge. Regular pickles, pickled mushrooms, pickled okra, We made pickled beans and pickled carrots all summer too.
I suspect you already know, but that brine is liquid gold when it comes to grilling/smoking meats. Pork shoulder, chicken drumsticks, shrimp, turkey, etc.

I take a couple pounds of boneless chicken thighs and throw them in a gallon sized Ziploc bag with the leftover brine from a jar of pickles, and maybe a little water to dilute it. Make sure I get as much air out of the bag as possible, and let it sit in the fridge for at least 6 hours. (Even better if you can do it overnight)

Then, drain it and apply whatever rub I have on hand, and hit the grill. Incredibly flavorful, and a great way to meal prep for the week.
 
I suspect you already know, but that brine is liquid gold when it comes to grilling/smoking meats. Pork shoulder, chicken drumsticks, shrimp, turkey, etc.

I take a couple pounds of boneless chicken thighs and throw them in a gallon sized Ziploc bag with the leftover brine from a jar of pickles, and maybe a little water to dilute it. Make sure I get as much air out of the bag as possible, and let it sit in the fridge for at least 6 hours. (Even better if you can do it overnight)

Then, drain it and apply whatever rub I have on hand, and hit the grill. Incredibly flavorful, and a great way to meal prep for the week.
I inject or marinate nearly everything that goes on my grill/smoker with some kind of vinegar based concoction.

Even ribs or brisket get a little bit from the mustard binder I use on them.
 
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Pickled anything and everything.
I’ll eat almost anything except pickled beets. They’re awful. My wife and in-laws love them. I’ll try them every time thinking I’ll like them this time but nope. Garbage. I seriously haven’t found anything else that I won’t eat.
 
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I’ll eat almost anything except pickled beets. They’re awful. My wife and in-laws love them. I’ll try them every time thinking I’ll like them this time but nope. Garbage. I seriously haven’t found anything else that I won’t eat.
I'm a fan of those too.

When I lived in Larch, one my buddy's grandmas had sent a care package that included pickled beets. One night we got home from a party absolutely anihiliated and plowed through the entire jar.

The next day I start shitting red and think I must be dying. I come running into his room in a panic explaining the dilemma and he double over at laughter, realizing that this was my first encounter with pickled beets.
 
I'm a fan of those too.

When I lived in Larch, one my buddy's grandmas had sent a care package that included pickled beets. One night we got home from a party absolutely anihiliated and plowed through the entire jar.

The next day I start shitting red and think I must be dying. I come running into his room in a panic explaining the dilemma and he double over at laughter, realizing that this was my first encounter with pickled beets.
Wife makes pickled eggs with pickled beets.
 
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I'm a fan of those too.

When I lived in Larch, one my buddy's grandmas had sent a care package that included pickled beets. One night we got home from a party absolutely anihiliated and plowed through the entire jar.

The next day I start shitting red and think I must be dying. I come running into his room in a panic explaining the dilemma and he double over at laughter, realizing that this was my first encounter with pickled beets.
So you eat this stuff?

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I’ll eat almost anything except pickled beets. They’re awful. My wife and in-laws love them. I’ll try them every time thinking I’ll like them this time but nope. Garbage. I seriously haven’t found anything else that I won’t eat.
Pickled beets taste like you are eating dirt. They su*k.
 
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I'm a fan of those too.

When I lived in Larch, one my buddy's grandmas had sent a care package that included pickled beets. One night we got home from a party absolutely anihiliated and plowed through the entire jar.

The next day I start shitting red and think I must be dying. I come running into his room in a panic explaining the dilemma and he double over at laughter, realizing that this was my first encounter with pickled beets.
When I was young, my father used to do some long haul trucking in the winter to supplement his farming. One time he came home after being gone for a week and he had a 4 gallon, clear glass crock filled with pickled chicken gizzards in a dull greenish/yellow brine.

He'd gotten a "deal" on them, and wanted all of us to try. No takers.

The best part was my mother's quiet desperation. Initially, she feigned disappointment saying"oh no, it won't fit in the refrigerator!"
And my Dad was like "That's okay, they don't need to be refrigerated! We can just leave the jar on the counter!", which was absolutely not what my mother wanted to hear. So there it sat on the counter for months, a stain on my mom's kitchen, while my dad slowly worked his way through the entire crock.
 
When I was young, my father used to do some long haul trucking in the winter to supplement his farming. One time he came home after being gone for a week and he had a 4 gallon, clear glass crock filled with pickled chicken gizzards in a dull greenish/yellow brine.

He'd gotten a "deal" on them, and wanted all of us to try. No takers.

The best part was my mother's quiet desperation. Initially, she feigned disappointment saying"oh no, it won't fit in the refrigerator!"
And my Dad was like "That's okay, they don't need to be refrigerated! We can just leave the jar on the counter!", which was absolutely not what my mother wanted to hear. So there it sat on the counter for months, a stain on my mom's kitchen, while my dad slowly worked his way through the entire crock.
And now we know where the old saying “crock of ****” came from.
 

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