Gems, here you go!
Ball Kickin' Dickles. My one and only contribution to the world of good food. These are essentially bread & butter pickles with some kick. My hubs, who despises spicy food, can’t get enough of the lil’ wonders. When the time comes, your man will fight like crazy to open the jar.
Every good recipe has a story, and my Dickles are no exception. The original recipe came from my mother. Some of you might not be surprised to learn she went by the name of Poochie <3. Poochie’s version called for red chili peppers (for color). I couldn't find the darned things, but the orange habaneros looked pretty.
Habanero hint: Wear rubber gloves while chopping. Oh, and if you omit gloves, DO NOT use the restroom right after you cut up the little fireballs. They seek revenge!
After experiencing the blazing heat of the habaneros (it’s a slow burn), I panicked--among other things--but it was too late. The huge pot of pickles was cooking on the stove. I tested for flavor, and they didn’t give my tongue a chemical peel—in fact, they were darn good. So I removed the orange slices and packed the cukes into Ball jars.
The pickles were a ginormous hit at home, so I dubbed them Kickin' Pickles. And the next day, I set out a jar at work. Shortly after, a gaggle of women stood around the pickles roaring with laughter.
Turns out, my "P" looked a lot like a "D", and they’d added the "Ball" logo to the name. Ball Kickin’ Dickles were born.
BALL KICKIN' DICKLES