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The Politicalness of Pickle Jars

August 9, 2012
by Erin B

I having been carefully writing a post to go with the 30+ pictures I took of how I make pickles.  With that many pics, it is taking me a little while, but some one said something to me the other day that completely derailed my train of thought.

It must be nice to have a rich husband so you don’t have to work and can stay home with the kids and make pickles and bake bread and play with your bicycle




I was completely shocked into silence.

It is interesting how most of those things the person seemed to envy are signs of our poverty.  I don’t work very much because my income isn’t able to cover our child care costs.  Making pickles, having a garden and baking are all things I do to try to keep our food budget under control.  Mostly I enjoy them, but at this stage in our lives, that isn’t the point.

I could talk about how we are now eligible for subsidies because our household income is in the range that the government (however it calculates it) considers the poverty line.  I could talk about my wardrobe of two pairs of jeans, some t-shirts and four work uniforms and not much else or how all of Little Girl’s clothes are second hand.  But to me a really good sign of our budget is our pickle jars.

I am too cheap/frugal/budget conscious/environmentally responsible to buy jars at $12 a case.  I make pickles in washed and reused pasta sauce jars that I save up all year.  And it takes all year, because I also preserve the tomatoes from my garden so I don’t have to buy jarred sauce.

Yes, it would be nice to be in a financial position to stay home and not have to worry about money.  But that isn’t my reality.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. LAT permalink
    August 9, 2012 9:52 am

    Who the heck said that to you? It must have been on a forum because I can’t imagine someone having the ovaries to say something that stupid to your face.

    Like I’ve always said, only rich people preserve their own food, amirite? OMG. My head hurt just typing that.

  2. Erin B permalink*
    August 9, 2012 1:01 pm

    It was in real life. Some one at work.

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