Not too long ago, we found ourselves in Portland, Maine stuffing our faces and dabbling in magnetic poetry at Duckfat. The food was good enough to keep me in my seat even though Rabelais is less than 100 yards away (which is saying a lot).
The pickles served alongside the sandwiches at Duckfat were a big hit with my husband and eldest daughter. Our waitress was kind enough to tell us that they were Morse’s Mustard Pickles and that we could buy them at the Public Market in Monument Square. Here’s what’s left of the quart that we picked up. Apparently, another trip up north will be necessary in the near future.
I couldn’t handle this pickle at first. Calling it sour is an understatement. But the last time I tasted it I think my tastebuds finally tapped into their beauty. It all starts with an eluring sweetness, quickly followed by a bolt of vinegar. And finally the slow burn of mustard finishes things off. It’s a bit of a roller coaster for your tastebuds. But I was definitely smiling when it was done.
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