Veganmofo: Staples: Zuchini pickles

We're back with another Vegan Mofo Staples edition.

This one comes from a family friend who is always pickling, canning and generally whipping up a home cooked storm. These are those friends who always seem to put you to shame, the ones who whip out homemade dips and crackers for every card game and always seem to eat waffles for breakfast.

Yup, they're those kinda friends. But recently some of their good cheer has rubbed off and they gifted my mother (who in turn bestowed upon me) this simply brilliant insight.

Pickled Zuchini.

These are no Ordinary Pickles.

You know those plants that just keep growing and no matter what you do there is always more zucchini then any one person could ever hope to consume. Well their garden overflowed as usual, so they took those suckers and pickled them like cucumbers, the result is a slightly softer yet still crisp pickle. Pretty smart no?

These particular pickles were a cross over between bread and butter with a kick of dill. We served them with thanksgiving dinner, but they'd be good all over.

Via the VeganMofo Twitter Account: Has a Non-Vegan Ever Cooked For you

This isn't the most inspiring of posts, but the tweet caught my interest and maybe it's love but I've been pretty touched by some minor efforts on behalf of my family and friends for their short-green-haired-vegan.

The most recent meal cooked for me by a non-vegan was from my lover A. It wasn't fancy, heck it wasn't healthy or balanced, but it was really sweet (for me anyway). Coming from a 20'something guy who doesn't cook and eats Kraft dinner out of the pot for himself the effort was nice.

Ok, no more lies, the big seller is I just really, really love potatoes. He wound up baking us both up some potatoes which we ate with a variety of pickles he has stashed about his apartment. At the time I was staying with him and his roommate because I was homeless, going through a super rough time, not eating much (because I was a) couch surfing and b) low on $). So having a full stomach and eating with someone (who did all the cooking) was a nice change.

If I recall correctly, it was baked potatoes, bread and butter pickled vegetables, dill pickles and some pickled beets possibly with minute maid mix-from frozen juice. It wasn't glamorous, but sometimes being taken care of by someone (despite their abilities/usual tendencies) was really nice. There is no better way to care for someone or take care of them then to feed them. That's my mind set anyway.