Pickling Quotes & Sayings

At first we tried to keep up, but soon we were tired of boiling and pickling and deviling, and my mother started complaining that all these free eggs were costing her way too much. — Wendelin Van Draanen

I'm red as a berry, shiny from the pickling of the womb, and squinting at the world through suspicious, slitted eyes. — Karen Joy Fowler

The spirit of pickling is one of adventure and fun. — Wylie Dufresne

I've never thought about the end of my career. I've had this growing motto in my life to live day to day - and when you live day to day, it's hard to talk years. — Troy Polamalu

Symbolic value of the pickling process: all the six hundred million eggs which gave birth to the population of India could fit inside a single, standard-sized pickle-jar; six hundred million spermatozoa could be lifted on a single spoon. Every pickle-jar (you will forgive me if I become florid for a moment) contains, therefore, the most exalted of possibilities: the feasibility of the chutnification of history; the grand hope of the pickling of time! — Salman Rushdie

Why would you try to kill this guy, Kevin? He's a genius. Nuts to your truce. — John Green

A dozen cobras moved as one, shattering their bottles. Wine and glass sprayed the room. The snakes sprang for Isyllt's attacker with fangs unfolded. He screamed high and sharp as they uncoiled, long slick bodies whipping through the air. She wasn't sure if their venom could survive death and pickling, but it didn't seem to matter. After several bites, he curled on the floor, weeping and trying to bat the undead snakes away. — Amanda Downum

the former; "our arrangement thus made, you have nothing to fear from me." He sat down in a chair on the hearth, over against Mr. Lorry. When they were alone, Mr. Lorry asked him what he had done? "Not much. If it should go ill with the prisoner, I have ensured access to him, once." Mr. Lorry's countenance fell. "It is all I could do," said Carton. "To propose too much, would be to put this man's head under the axe, and, as he himself said, nothing worse could happen to him if he were denounced. It was obviously the weakness of the position. There is no help for it. — Charles Dickens

went from hoping things would work out to seeing that they were working out. I am actually doing this, I thought. Maybe I'm not just flying by the seat of my pants. I didn't want to be passive anymore, personally or professionally. In that moment, I came into being as my real and present professional self. — Padma Lakshmi

The only prophecy the artist can make with confidence is that he and his message will be misunderstood by a world that values all the wrong things. — Chloe Thurlow

Theoretically, pickling can be accomplished without salt, but the carbohydrates and proteins in the vegetables tend to putrefy too quickly to be saved by the emerging lactic acid. Without salt, yeast forms, and the fermentation process leads to alcohol rather than pickles. — Mark Kurlansky

Is that any way to talk to your betrothed?" His syrupy voice set her skin to itching. Eden gathered her shawl a bit more tightly about her. "I'm not your betrothed, Sheriff. I refused your proposal three weeks ago." "And nearly busted my heart in the process, but I forgive you. — Karen Witemeyer

Above all, she was a baby, not a 'big baby' like so many adults, but a small baby perfectly preserved in the pickling jar of money, alcohol and fantasy. — Edward St. Aubyn

There's just something about making whoopee out under the stars that keeps a heart young, a mind sharp, and"
she leaned close to whisper in Meg's ear
"your coochie ready to do hoochie! — C.H. Admirand

I collect flickering stars
in old pickling jars,
poking holes in the lids
so they can breathe. — Joseph Gordon-Levitt

Extremely ripe things are not ideal for pickling. If you pour a hot liquid over super ripe strawberries, you're going to have strawberry soup. — Wylie Dufresne

Control of a company does not carry with it the ability to control the price of its stock. — J. Paul Getty

This side of Nirvana, there is no such escape for any of us as far as I know. — Frederick Buechner

Last summer I was staying at a house in Hampshire which was famous for the brilliance and the originality of its gardens. There were many of them, but the most beautiful of all was a walled garden in which every flower was blue. There were all the obvious things like delphiniums and acronitums and larkspurs, but the most beautiful blue of all came from the groups of cabbages - the ordinary blue pickling cabbage. Set against the blazing blue of the other flowers, it had a bloom and elegance which made it a thing of the greatest delight. — Beverley Nichols