The Ebb Tide by Beverly Lewis

Author:Beverly Lewis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Amish—Fiction;Christian fiction;FIC053000;FIC042000;FIC026000
ISBN: 9781441231109
Publisher: Baker Publishing Group
Published: 2017-02-23T16:00:00+00:00

24

Heading back toward the east, they made a stop at the Pickle Jar, Kevin still carrying the panda bear. Sallie was curious to see the various types offered and told him about her mother’s amazing dills. “Mamm’s also taught my sisters and me how to make pickled baby corn and dilled asparagus. I love anything dilled.”

This statement started a friendly debate between them: Which was better, sweet or sour pickles?

Kevin insisted sweet pickles were better on sandwiches but much preferred sour pickles for eating plain.

Sallie, on the other hand, disagreed. “I prefer sliced dills in my sandwiches and sweet pickles to eat by themselves. Say, I’ll make up some for ya when I can get my hands on a big batch of cucumbers—whichever kind of pickle you’d like,” she volunteered, thinking it would be fun for Autumn to learn the process.

A lull ensued, and Sallie realized that she’d just implied a future meeting. Ach, he’ll think I’m forward!

“Do you carry your pickle recipes around in your head?” Kevin asked when they ventured outside the shop.

She nodded. “Well, those and for perty much anything else I’d like to make. My mother’s cousin Essie has a bunch written out, but Mamm has never jotted down her recipes. Most womenfolk just pass them from one generation to the next as we work side by side in the kitchen. My sister Laura knows more than fifty by heart.”

“Is that pretty typical?” Kevin said.

“Oh jah. Not as hard as it sounds when we learn to cook by doing rather than looking at a recipe. It’s that way for most tasks, really.” Even with his family roots, it seemed peculiar to her that Kevin would be so interested in this aspect of Plain culture.

“Doubt I’d be much good at that,” he confessed, “as dependent as I am on books.” He smiled at her. “Say, all this talk of food has me thinking about lunch. Where would you like to go?”

“I’m not particular,” she said. “What’re you hungry for?”

“Well, the Pier House is terrific, but it’s quite a jaunt from here,” Kevin said.

“I’m used to walking,” she assured him.

Even so, he suggested they take the trolley there. He mentioned that one of his sisters had been a waitress at that restaurant over the course of a couple summers. “That was before she landed another job,” he explained.

“How many sisters do ya have?”

“Two, both younger. And one older brother, married last year. My mom prayed for what she always said was the ideal family, two boys and two girls.”

Sallie smiled. “I wonder what my Mamm would say to that, what with ten offspring.”

“That’s not so many for an Amish family.”

Sallie agreed. “Dat says it’s ideal for running a farm.” She glanced at him. “What ’bout your mom’s family?” she asked, hoping it was okay to delve further into his history.

“Dawdi and Mammi Stoltzfus have seven children. Mom is the middle one, with three older sisters and three younger brothers,” Kevin said. “Dawdi wanted sons first, but it all worked out, considering they left farming behind by the time the kids came.

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