Saveur Magazine

By Sara Dickerman Photographs by Todd Coleman

WHEN I WAS A KID, every pickle my father ate was a bit of a disappointment. Dad, who grew up in the 1930s and ’40s in the Bronx, New York, remembered plucking kosher sours out of barrels filled with cloudy brine — “Now those were pickles!” he’d tell us.

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