Everyone should have friends who are constantly on the hunt for the perfect pickle. They take aim at the pick of the Union Square farmers’ market, armed with ridiculous quantities of vinegar, a crate of mason jars, and an ever-evolving family recipe. I was allowed to assist last weekend, and thus become an initiate into the Way of the Pickle. I could tell you the secret, but then I wouldn’t get invited over for the tasting ceremony in three months’ time and, well, there will be bloody marys. Priorities.

baby carrots, persian cucumbers and a peck of peppers

*and yes, if you get this, then you are showing your age.