Spork and Knife

Pickles are a love hate food.  Those who love them will makes themselves sick off of a whole jar and the others…well they don’t know what they’re talking about.

As for myself, I could eat an entire jar and like to think that I have some standards when it comes to a quality pickle.  I’ve eaten all types.  Kosher-Dill, Bread & Butter, Gherkin and even fried.  (Thank you Indiana State Fair.  They fry everything.)

A good pickle is crunchy and has a little tang.  Needless to say, Wickles have both.  (Don’t feel bad if you giggle everytime you say that name.  I do.)  As their slogan says, they are a “wickedly delicious pickle.” 

According to their website, Wickles started as a 70 year old family recipe that was used to dole out jars of pickles as presents,  and from family and friend demand “Wickles” was born. 

I tasted my first Wickle (hehe) over the Thanksgiving holiday and was quickly addicted to the slightly sweet yet heated flavor.  No fears, my heat intolerant mother was able to handle the spice,  yet surprisingly my spice loving father was satisfied by the heat level as well.  The pickles have a homemade taste and their presentation looks like something one of your neighbors would bring over.  They can be found in specialty or gourmet grocery stores, but since I haven’t come across them in DC yet I suggest ordering a jar online.

 I’ll keep searching and as soon as I find them, you’ll know.

Added note: Rachel Ray’s magazine voted Wickels as the best hot pickle.  To read the article, go here.