I used to hate pickles. Well, hate is a strong word. Let’s just say I didn’t get pickles, probably because the only pickles I ever had growing up were, for the most part, those sad, limp, barely green things they put on hamburgers. Not a lot of reason to love. But then, several years ago, I had the chance to try pickles from my wife’s Aunt Theresa. It was like a revelation. They’re precious things, these jars of pickles. We usually only get one or two a year. They’re coveted and cherished. And since I tried them I’ve developed this slow love affair with pickles (and pretty much anything pickled, brined or fermented, including kimchi and sauerkraut, which I also used to not care for).
I’ve been wanting to try Gunderpickles for a while now, but just never seem to have gotten the opportunity. When I saw their tent at Spring Fest I HAD to try them.
What you get when you bite into a Gunderpickle dill pickle? Well, I won’t say that they’re better than Aunt Theresa’s pickles. But they hold a special place in my heart. They’re definitely a more assertive pickle, spicy and bold. You can see the red chiles, garlic, dill sprigs and spices (I’m fairly certain I saw mustard seed, and maybe some caraway?) floating in the bottom of the jar. They’re also amazingly crisp. Oddly enough, their vinegary-briny flavor is also very refreshing, given how spicy they are. Definitely in my top two of all my favorite pickles, including the ones I’ve made myself.
Try them, if you get a chance. The jar I bought was $10, but worth every penny, especially knowing that you’re getting a vastly superior product. An ‘eating pickle’, if you will. It’s also good to know you’re supporting a local business (there’s a whole post or series of posts there, about local foodie culture and local businesses, I’m sure).
Gunderpickles has a facebook page, as well. I’m sure they’d love it if you went over there and gave them a like (or two or three!).