Oh, the poor, humble pickle. Whether lying next to a hamburger or slipped as an afterthought into tuna salad, pickles routinely play second fiddle in American cuisine. Of course, with its greenish complexion and homely bumps, the fermented cucumber hardly qualifies as leading lady material. Still, something feels amiss when the pickle is not around. What good is falafel without that extra hit of something sour? Or pastrami without a few kosher dills parked nearby?
But there was a time when the pickle commanded more respect. From the late 1800s through the mid 1900s, it was a staple of Jewish (and, by extension, New York) cuisine. Peddlers sold brined cukes right from the barrel, and bowls of half and full sours got plunked onto delicatessen tables, free of charge — a modest but tasty amuse bouche. During that time, more than 100 independent pickle sellers (mostly new Jewish immigrants) jostled for real estate on streets and in storefronts on Manhattan’s cramped Lower East Side. The thriving industry, which eventually spilled northward and into other boroughs, supported cucumber wholesalers, barrel makers and spice blenders, along with the picklers themselves.
From the piquant kimchi adored by Koreans to the pickled eggs sold in pubs across Britain, nearly every culture pickles something. But New York’s pickles were direct descendants of those eaten in Eastern Europe, where pickling was a central part of the diet. (Imagine living through a bitter Lithuanian winter without access to fresh produce, and the pickle’s value skyrockets.) Steeped in saltwater loaded with garlic, dill and spices, these pickles served as a tart connecter between the immigrants’ new home and the land they left behind.
“If you ask people who lived [on the Lower East Side] what they remember about growing up, they talk about the scent of pickles,” said Nancy Ralph, who directs the New York Food Museum and founded the annual New York City International Pickle Day Festival. “You can smell them a mile away; nothing else can carry a memory like that.”
Today, the number of pickle shops on the Lower East Side has dwindled to two (Guss’ Pickles and The Pickle Guys), with only a handful of family-owned companies scattered around the boroughs (for example, Ba-Tampte in Brooklyn and United Pickle in the Bronx, the latter of which supplies the iconic 2nd Ave. and Carnegie delis). And although Pickle Packers International claims that Americans still consume an average of 106 pickles every year, the overall awareness and appreciation of the pickle has faded, along with deli culture itself. “Back in 2000, I was talking to a newer New Yorker about how weird it was that the old industry was gone,” Ralph said. “And she said, ‘What pickle industry?’”
Indeed, the golden age of the straight-from-the-barrel New York pickle has passed. What’s left is a handful of
national brands (Claussen, Vlasic and the like) that stand as mediocre proxies for a once-thriving food culture. Still, the love of sour, satisfying foods has not completely faded. Over the past decade, a small but dedicated crop of farmers, food artisans and brine enthusiasts has staged a quiet revolution to bring back the traditional pickle, come hell or Heinz 57.
Sandor Ellix Katz, author of the book “Wild Fermentation: The Flavor, Nutrition, and Craft of Live-Culture Foods” (Chelsea Green, 2003), is perhaps the movement’s most fervent advocate. Known among friends as Sandorkraut, Katz describes himself as a “fermentation revivalist.” He travels around the country, touting the poetry of pickles and sauerkraut, along with miso, kimchi and other foods preserved through fermentation, which produces probiotic microorganisms that nourish the body and enable digestion. Not surprisingly, Katz points to the pickles he ate as a child in New York City as his “gateway drug” to fermentation. “Those brined pickles — so different from the vinegar pickles that fill the supermarket shelves — got me hooked,” he said in an interview last year with the food blog The Jew & The Carrot.
Katz’s devotion is echoed in new small-scale companies such as MoonBrine and Real Pickles in Massachusetts, and Rick’s Picks and McClure’s Pickles in New York. The company’s efforts to recapture the magic of pickles “like Grandma used to make” are winning over customers. “I’ve had runners who buy our products for the brine,” said Stewart Golomb, owner of MoonBrine. “It makes a natural Gatorade.”
Nearby in Connecticut, the Adamah Jewish Environmental Fellowship sells lacto-fermented kosher dills, dilly beans, sauerkraut, kimchi and beets, with the motto, “Young Jewish farmers: Changing the world one pickle at a time.” The Adamah fellows began pickling in 2006 as a way to preserve that year’s bumper crop of organic cucumbers, while experimenting with new ways to raise revenue. According to Miriam Feiner, a products manager, last year’s sales generated about $12,000 in revenue.
Together, these picklers, and others like them, are restoring the pickle’s reputation as an icon all its own. So close your eyes, crunch down and swoon — these pickles are ready for their close-up.
Leah Koenig writes a monthly column on food and culinary trends. She lives in New York City.
Serves 6
11⁄2 pounds red potatoes, peeled, cut into 3⁄4-inch pieces
2 hard boiled eggs, peeled, cut into 1⁄2-inch pieces
1⁄2 cup diced celery
1⁄2 cup chopped red onion
1⁄2 cup chopped parsley
3⁄4 cup mayonnaise
1⁄4 cup chopped lacto-fermented dill pickles
3 tablespoons pickle juice from pickle jar
1) Steam potatoes until tender (about 10 minutes), drain and set aside to cool.
2) Add potatoes, eggs, celery, parsley, onion, mayonnaise, pickles and pickle juice to a bowl.
3) Mix gently until ingredients are blended. Refrigerate and serve.
From Arthur Schwartz’s “Jewish Home Cooking: Yiddish Recipes Revisited” (Ten Speed Press, 2008). (Instructions slightly condensed.) Makes 3 quarts.
4 quarts water
3/4 cup kosher salt
20 3- to 4-inch Kirby cucumbers, scrubbed
12 to 16 whole cloves garlic, unpeeled, lightly crushed
2 tablespoons mixed pickling spices
6 bay leaves
1 large bunch dill, preferably going to seed, with tough stems, washed
1). Make brine: Bring water to a boil in large pot over high heat. Add salt and stir until dissolved. Set aside to cool to room temperature.
2). Prepare jars: Either run through the hot cycle of the dishwasher or fill them with boiling water, and pour out.
3). Pack the jars tightly with cucumbers. While packing, distribute the garlic, pickling spices, and bay leaves equally among the jars and around the cucumbers.
4). Pour in enough brine to cover the cucumbers. Add sprigs of dill and dill seed, pushing them in wherever you can. Cover the jars loosely with their lids or with pieces of cheesecloth secured with rubber bands. Store in a cool, dark place (not the fridge).
5). After 3 days, check to see if they are ready. For really sour pickles, let them ferment for about 6 days. Once the pickles are at a stage you like, refrigerate them. They will continue to grow stronger the longer they are stored, even in the refrigerator (though at a much slower pace).
If you're visiting Canada try Mrs. Whytes or Strubs, which are in brine. Noth are close to the old-time pickles from the barrel. I prefer Mrs. Whytes. Both are available in supermarkets that have a kosher section
Amy Irving's 1983 film "Crossing Delancey" was one of the few movies ever paying proper homage to the pickled cucumber. My infrequent trips to New York always include at least one meal at the Little Carnegie and the despair registered by my waiter as he constantly refills my bowl of pickles. I seem to recall that not too many years ago the Fairway sold loose pickles from a barrel. However, the information I want to pass on to you now is the estimable Rosoff "New Half Sour." According to the label on the 2 1/2 quart jar packed by Schorr's in Ft. Lauderdale. This is, indeed a pickle of memorable quality--pungent, crisp, spicy, and just irregular enough that you are certain they don't come from a factory. As far as I know the only retail outlet for these tasty morsels is the BJ's big box club stores. Well worth the price of membership if for no other reason than to buy Rosoff Pickles.
As a former Minneapolitan I lament the loss of Max's Pickles, a Minneapolis company, but continue to "relish" the great pickles supplied to Michigan and Ohio by Don Herman's. Try them!
I have very fond memories of my mom buying pickles straight from the barrel at markets in Moscow. Occasionally, the sellers would even let us taste! ... Having never explored Jewish pickle -- or deli -- culture in America, it's gratifying to find out that my experience parallels that of some of those who grew up in the States.
Thanks for the comments and for sharing your stories!! I'd love to hear more...
Enjoyed your writeup on pickles! My family still makes dill pickles every summer, using our great-grandmother's recipe. It's very much like your recipe, except we don't use pickling spices or bay leaves; we put grape leaves between the layers of cukes, garlic and dill. They give it a lovely wine-y nuance of flavor.
I can remember as a child growing up in Brownsville ,Brooklyn N.Y., circa 1934. There was a sour pickle vendor in the elementary school yard who sold pickles to the school kids in the afternoon as we left for home. Two cents a piece,and DELICIOUS.
As a British pickled cucumber (in UK never 'pickles!)fancier, and one who makes his own when small cukes are available, I was very impressed while staying in Aqaba, Jordan in December, to find a local fish restaurant who put a plate of sliced pickled cukes on your table as soon as you sat down as a free(!)appetizer. They were quite brilliant, and the proprietor informed me that they were produced locally and NOT imported from neighbouring Israel!
Growing up on Chicago's near north side in the 1940's, there was a deli on Diversey, east of Clark St., which kept its pickles in a wooden barrel alongside the store. My parents moved us to Philadelphia; some ten years later, visiting my grandmother back in Chicago, I walked along Diversey. The deli was gone, but the pungent smell of brine and pickle remained in the passageway next to the building where it had been located.
I REMEMBER WITH MUCH JOY WALKING DOWNTOWN AND EATING A PICKLE OR TWO OR THREE FROM A FRIENDLY AGED PICKLE PACKER AT GUSS'S PICKLE STAND WINTER OR SUMMER WHILE HE PAKKED A JAR OF PICKLES FOR ME TO TAKE HOME TO MY FAMILY, THE TOMATOES AND THE GREAT SOUR KRAUT WERE WONDERFUL AND THE PEPPERS WERE NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN. THE SOUR KRAUT JUICE WAS MEDICINE FOR MANY AILMENTS,
Such a thoughtful article--it gave me chills! I would love for you all to continue the pickle history lesson at www.pickle-girl.blogspot. It's my food blog dedicated to all pickled endeavors! Thanks for reading.
I'd read about using grape leaves in pickles, Joan - but great to hear about it from personal experience.
Wow, Irv - if only pickles were still 2c each! Though, I'd probably have a constant stomach ache...
Interesting anecdote Phillip - how did the Jordanian pickles compare to other ones you've had?
As a fellow Chicagoan, I appreciate the windy city reference Larry. :)
Agreed about the saurkraut juice, Morris - it is definitely a cure for what ails you.
Thanks Jennifer! And what a cool blog - thank you for sharing. :)
I miss Max's pickles...they were the BEST! Wish I could find a similar one in the twin cities!
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