Preservation

I pickled yesterday.

I was so stricken with depression i couldn't even photograph my work. The same goes for the liver and gizzards i made prior.

By tonight the hermetically sealed jar is so frosty you can't see the dried chili peppers or the cloves (the spice, not UOM of the garlic. Yes, i'm a snob.)

Now i'm gonna have to live at least another month in order to taste this. Now that puts me in... um, a pickle.