We talk about food as art here and there; often it’s with reference to creativity. But canning and pickling mirrors art in its capacity for creating (obvi no one “created” these mushrooms, but by picking them and cutting them a certain way and using a certain solution etc. they made them a certain way) something that lasts a very long time, potentially longer than the creator. So here’s a jar of pickled mushrooms (maślaki in Polish, apparently Slippery Jacks in English) we ate during Christmas breakfast. My grandpa, who died a year ago, pickled them prolly like two years ago, and my aunt brought them back from Poland earlier this year.  I’m not sure why they’re in the fridge.

We talk about food as art here and there; often it’s with reference to creativity. But canning and pickling mirrors art in its capacity for creating (obvi no one “created” these mushrooms, but by picking them and cutting them a certain way and using a certain solution etc. they made them a certain way) something that lasts a very long time, potentially longer than the creator.

So here’s a jar of pickled mushrooms (maślaki in Polish, apparently Slippery Jacks in English) we ate during Christmas breakfast. My grandpa, who died a year ago, pickled them prolly like two years ago, and my aunt brought them back from Poland earlier this year. 

I’m not sure why they’re in the fridge.