Evo said:
turbo, I might salvage enough banana peppers off of my plant to make one jar of refrigerator pickles. Any suggestions?
It's so cold that all of those peppers on my plants have refused to grow, I probably have a hundred fingernail sized peppers that will never grow any bigger, they've been stunted for weeks now.
Download a basic recipe for dill pickles, and buy enough pickling cucumbers to make a jar or two of pickles. Also, be sure to get a bulb or two of nice fresh garlic, and if you can, get some fresh dill weed, or (better yet!) some dill florets. Make up the pickles as usual, but jar them and refrigerate them immediately. The lack of processing will make the pickles brine more slowly, but lots of people like the way the flavors develop when they are done this way. Generally, I let refrigerator pickles brine for at least a month, though the neighbors couldn't wait and have been digging in since the second week. The little girls (4 and 6) love them, even with the additional heat and richness of the jalapeno, cayenne, and Russian garlic.
When I was in college, I was friends with an older couple who owned a well-respected restaurant, and they made all their pickles this way, since they raised their own cattle and had a huge walk-in cooler to use to make their pickles in. I'd show up at night, and she'd say "don't go downstairs yet, sweetie, because John is bringing out a nice seafood newburg on the steam-table, and we'll have toast-points". Nice people. They knew when us college denizens were struggling, and they did their best to keep our souls and bodies connected. I dragged friends and relatives there for meals and parties for years, and they greeted me like an old friend every time.
Edit: BTW, John ran the kitchen all by himself. He had minimal prep-staff (only during busy times) and your wait-times were proportional to the traffic. If you showed up when the place was busy, you would order, and then be deluged with so many Oronoko appetizers... Refrigerator pickles, potato pancakes and applesauce, baked beans and horseradish, the list would go on and on. A sit-down meal in that place on a busy day could easily take 3 hours, but you'd be satisfied, happy, and probably going home with a doggie-bag before it was all over. We took my brother-in-law there for his birthday once and his was the last meal delivered. He had ordered prime rib, and it was so big that it took extra time to prepare, compared to our filet of sole, scallops, etc. When it came out, people at an adjacent table jumped up with cameras and asked him not to cut into it until they got a picture of him with that platter of meat. When we were winding down, the waitress came out with a lovely two-layer birthday cake, and had only guessed one candle wrong on the age.
I'd like to see RR, Emeril, etc, go head-to-head against John and see their money-men go head-to-head with John's wife. They were a perfect storm in the restaurant trade.