Quick Cucumber Pickles

Quick Cucumber Pickles might be a good recipe to expand your side dish recipe box. One serving contains 110 calories, 2g of protein, and 1g of fat. This recipe serves 1 and costs $1.78 per serving. It is a good option if you're following a gluten free, dairy free, lacto ovo vegetarian, and vegan diet. 12 people were glad they tried this recipe. From preparation to the plate, this recipe takes approximately 30 minutes. If you have cucumber, sea salt, dill seeds, and a few other ingredients on hand, you can make it. It is brought to you by Café Johnsonia. With a spoonacular score of 42%, this dish is solid. If you like this recipe, you might also like recipes such as Quick Cucumber And Shiso Pickles, Spicy Cucumber Quick Pickles, and Quick Cucumber Pickles with Rye Bread and Cheese.

Servings: 1

Preparation duration: 30 minutes

 

Ingredients:

1 medium cucumber, cut into thick slices

1 small sprig fresh dill plus flowers, if possible

¼ tsp. dried dill seeds

1 garlic clove, sliced or smashed

½ tsp. peppercorns

¾ tsp. sea salt

1 tsp. sugar

1 cup white vinegar

Equipment:

Cooking instruction summary:

Place cucumber slices, sprig of dill and flowers, dill seeds, garlic and peppercorns in a clean pint jar. Bring the vinegar, sugar and salt to a boil--just long enough to dissolve the salt and sugar. Pour over the cucumbers. Put lid on the jar. Let sit for at least 30 minutes before using or eating, preferably one day. Place in refrigerator and use within 3-5 days. When pickle slices are gone, replace with fresh slices.

 

Step by step:


1. Place cucumber slices, sprig of dill and flowers, dill seeds, garlic and peppercorns in a clean pint jar. Bring the vinegar, sugar and salt to a boil--just long enough to dissolve the salt and sugar.

2. Pour over the cucumbers. Put lid on the jar.

3. Let sit for at least 30 minutes before using or eating, preferably one day.

4. Place in refrigerator and use within 3-5 days. When pickle slices are gone, replace with fresh slices.


Nutrition Information:

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97k Calories
1g Protein
0.49g Total Fat
11g Carbs
3% Health Score
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Calories
97k
5%

Fat
0.49g
1%

  Saturated Fat
0.06g
0%

Carbohydrates
11g
4%

  Sugar
7g
8%

Cholesterol
0.0mg
0%

Sodium
1754mg
76%

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Protein
1g
3%

Manganese
0.63mg
32%

Vitamin K
18µg
17%

Copper
0.2mg
10%

Potassium
327mg
9%

Vitamin C
7mg
9%

Fiber
2g
9%

Magnesium
32mg
8%

Vitamin B6
0.15mg
7%

Folate
28µg
7%

Calcium
67mg
7%

Phosphorus
62mg
6%

Vitamin B5
0.53mg
5%

Iron
0.89mg
5%

Vitamin B1
0.07mg
5%

Vitamin B2
0.06mg
4%

Vitamin A
165IU
3%

Zinc
0.46mg
3%

Selenium
2µg
3%

covered percent of daily need
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