Every year at Christmas back in Kansas, my Mom would make a huge batch of her mustard and pickles. We would can them in Ball Jars affixed with a small red bow and drive around to all our friend’s houses to deliver them as gifts. Us kids would have the best job as we got to run up to the door with the mustard and pickles and I still remember how excited everyone was to get some more of my Momma’s Mustard and Pickles. As I got older and moved away, Momma would send me care packages with her mustard and pickles to Vail, Honolulu, Los Angeles, Indianapolis and finally Louisville. Problem is, no matter how much she sent, it was always gone right away.
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