This is a jar of my great-grandma's sweet pickles, made by my grandmother this year. Pickling them is a lengthy process involving a heavy stoneware crock and several weeks of time. I've made pickles myself, but not these pickles. And these are, in my opinion, the only real pickles. I'll eat store bought pickles, but they aren't these.
About a decade ago, Grandma made what we were warned was her last batch of pickles. The jars were divided up among the family and carefully hoarded in the backs of our pantries. I think a few might have been used as currency.
So this brand new jar was a happy surprise. I haven't had any of these in ages.
According to that food preservation class I took at the County Extension office years ago, it's only safe to use recipes that have been officially tested. Old family recipes are unsafe.
So, if I keep the whole jar for myself, it counts as protecting my precious children, right?