Lets suffice it to say that I have a pretty all-or-nothing type of personality, and there's some type of provisioning gene in me that requires I be prepared for the most ridiculous of events. It comes in handy, most days, but is the only way I can explain the 400-some (as though I didn't actually count them all--452) cucumbers taking up precious space in the kitchen today. And the five gallons of cucumbers brining on the counter. And the 48 ball jars ready to hold pickles, and the other cucumbers, sorted by size. I'm feeling a little like a dragon. A cucumber-hoarding dragon.
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