Remember the jars of pickles lined up on the roof, a little hands approaching to steal a handful? And there came the bigger hand in between the little hand and the jar of tangy pickle. The fear coated adventure of stealing pickle in the summer afternoon is one of the best memories I have of my childhood. Mom never allowed to have pickles and so stealing and having pickles had an extra feeling of happiness, if not I got caught.

The cauliflower pickle was given to me by my neighbor this morning and it happened to be one of the best pickles I tasted so far. So couldn’t resist but share the recipe with you all.

Prepare it and enjoy the tart taste of this good looking pickle.