I’m throwing a pickle part and you’re all invited!
This has been one of the most enjoyable Thanksgivings in recent memory, and not so coincidentally the first time I’ve ever had to reconstruct my childhood Thanksgiving dinner from start to finish. Between the three hours spent last night in prep work, and then cooking from 9:30am to 5pm today, our meal took over a full day’s work to prepare: fully roasted turkey, stuffing, caramelize brussel sprouts and cauliflower, garlic goat cheese smashed potatoes, salad with pecans, red onion, avocado, craisins, and blue cheese; and for dessert pumpkin cheesecake, mini chocolate pecan pies with homemade ice cream and caramel drizzle. And while I had the loveliest group of friends around me and an extravagant spread, I found myself in quite the pickle. There’s something about being in such a comfortable setting that makes you want to give a metaphorical pillow to the less comfortable.
Enter Minu from Nepal. Minu is a woman who runs her own pickle company. I’m not entirely sure what owning said company entails, but she supports her two children all through the power of the pickle. I found her this evening while browsing Kiva for someone to loan money to (Kiva being the micro-finance website that helps people around the globe by giving them no-interest loans to help create a better livelihood and support their families). Minu was looking sassy, as if she knew that the way to a Nepali’s heart was through a baby dill. That’s a hard trait to find in a woman. It’s something worth supporting. A cause we can all rally behind. A way to both appreciate food after eating a huge Thanksgiving feast and still help people better their lives… through fine delicatessen products. She still needs $150 to buy the rest of the supplies she needs to expand her operation. I encourage you to help her reach her goal and make my Thanksgiving dream of ending the Nepali pickle shortage come true!