When I was young, my mom made refrigerator pickles, all the time. We loved to eat them. Opening the refrigerator and grabbing a forkful of the sweet, tangy cucumber slices on a hot day, particularly after having roasted and splashed away the afternoon at Mt. Air Swimming Pool, defined summer.
Or maybe not.
|Proof! That's my mom's handwriting on the recipe.|
40 or so years after this memory was recorded, I found out I'm the only one in my family who remembers "refrigerator pickles."
But we ate them all the time. Every day, we'd come home from the swimming pool and ...
"I'm sorry. I don't remember them," my dad told me.
"Well mom will," I replied rather haughtily.
And so I came face-to-face with the revolting fact that some memories are invented, or at least embellished. My memories. It was so disconcerting I decided to quit thinking about it.
At least I have the recipe for those pickles, and mom's kind assurances that yes, she probably made them more than once.
To set the record straight, I should point out that they're not even real pickles. They're "Pickled Cucumbers." (The injuries continue.) Now when I crunch them, made-up memories swirl in my head with nagging little questions. Questions like, what kind of memories will my kids have 40-odd years from now? I hope they're sweet and tangy, like mine. Even if they're mixed up with a little imagination.
Most moms I know beat themselves up frequently because they're not providing their kids with the idyllic childhoods they (the moms) remember.
But what if the recipe for a delicious, tangy childhood is really easy? What if it's based on selectively embellished memories? Wouldn't that be a relief?
The idea gives me hope. Maybe my kids will remember me as a little sweeter than I really am, and my cooking as a little better than it is. I sure hope so.
For posterity, then, here's the recipe that inspired my somewhat inaccurate but quite idyllic summer memory. In case you're wondering, my kids didn't exactly love these at first bite. But I'm hoping they remember these pickles - or something else, whether I actually made it or not - as the absolutely perfect summer treat.
Pickled Cucumbers with Dill
1/2 cup vinegar
1/4 cup sugar
2 tablespoons water
1/2 teaspoon salt
2 medium cucumbers
2 tablespoons fresh dill
Combine vinegar, sugar, water, salt and pepper in a saucepan. While you bring it to a boil, use a vegetable peeler or sharp knife to remove strips of peel lengthwise from cucumbers, leaving alternate strips of peel intact. Slice cucumbers and place in bowl. Add vinegar mixture. Sprinkle with dill. Toss gently. Cover and chill at least two hours. Add memories and enjoy.
This personal essay is included in Dumb Things We Say to Dogs. A much more scientific explanation about how memories are distorted and invented can be found on PsyBlog.