8/5/2023 0 Comments Bartender mom pickle dipIt tasted to me like an egg with a pickle slice on top…. It wasn’t great but it wasn’t gross either. I bravely picked up an egg halve, shut my eyes and took a bite. My dad looked at me and said, “Take a bite, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it.” Okay I said. I asked my dad what was in those large jars and he told me, “Pickled eggs, sausages, and pigs feet.” Even at that young age I could understand pickled eggs and sausages, but pigs feet! My dad called to the bartender, “Smitty, bring me over one of those pickled eggs.” A few minutes later, Smitty appeared with a paper plate that had two pickled eggs, sliced in half, with salt and pepper sprinkled over the eggs. Sitting on the counter, among the bottles of different colored liquor, were large jars filled with eggs and other “stuff.” I would get to pick out one candy bar from the basket, and I would get to eat the whole candy bar. Then the bartender would come over to me with a large basket full of candy bars. The bartender would serve me a small glass of pop with a straw and I’d get to eat my very own bag of Old Dutch potato chips. I would sit on the bar stool and spin around and around until I got dizzy. When I was a young girl maybe 8 or 9 years old, way back in the 60’s, I would go with my dad to the “Corner Bar.” He would help me up on the big bar stool. I wonder how many arguments occurred when husbands came home after a night of beer drinking and pickled egg eating….many men must have spent the night sleeping on the couch. Pickled egg gas ladies, could not have been pleasant. I can’t imagine many wives were happy when their hubby came home late, let alone when the pickled eggs made their way down their digestive tract and came back out the other end. It seemed to me that the jars filled with pickled eggs, pigs feet and sausages were always hidden out of plain sight. ![]() He told me that the guys would get hungry and eat the stuff sitting on the back counter, hiding, next to the peanuts and potato chips. Pickled Eggs, Bar Snack Goodīack then, bars and taverns didn’t serve pizza, at least not the taverns my dad frequented. ![]() They would often stop at the local tavern after work, to have a shot and a beer and shoot the shit, before heading home to the wife and kids, in my dads case, six kids. Way back when, in the late 40’s, 50’s and 60’s, when hard-working, blue-collar men and laborers like my dad, worked shift work. ![]() So I guess I’ll give you my story on pickled eggs. Good question, and one I really didn’t find the answer too. Pickled eggs, pickled sausages, pickled pigs feet, why oh why are they served in Pubs, Taverns, and Bars. So let’s just say they are of European decent, that should cover everyone:) Pickled Eggs Tavern Style will become a hit! You could then argue that pickled eggs have Russian or Polish roots too. Many believe that the British introduced pickled eggs but I think they are of German ancestry brought by early German immigrants. Before refrigeration many foods were salted, brined, dried or smoked, in order to keep food edible during the winter months. Where did pickled eggs originate? As with most pickled foods, these delectable treats were born of necessity for preservation purposes.
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