CHAPTER VII
PICKLES
Adelaide had never been allowed to eat many pickles, because mother did not approve of them for growing children, but an occasional sample had made Adelaide look forward to the time when she could have the same privilege as "grown ups," to eat anything she liked. The thought of preparing the pickles seemed to Adelaide the next best thing to eating them.
"I hope when I put up 'pickled onions' I don't cry," laughed Adelaide. "I can just remember grandma peeling a great big pan of onions and the tears rolling down her cheeks."
"Well, Adelaide," said mother, "if you will peel your onions under running water you won't need to waste any of your tears over them."
Mother said she would start Adelaide with the small pickled beets, as they were not only a general favorite, but exceedingly attractive to look at.
The vinegar used was the very best cider vinegar, as it did not pay to use any other kind.
Pickled Beets
| Beets (very small), | 1 quart |
| Sugar, | ¼ cup |
| Vinegar, | ½ cup |
| Water, | 1 cup |