Several years ago at the Bevery Hills Farmer's market we discovered a kindly old lady serving up samples of her homemade pickes. She was "Aunt Polly" of "Aunt Polly's Pickles." The pickles were unlike any I had ever tasted; perfect on a sandwich. The pickles were thinly sliced cucumber disks and seasoned perfectly with just the right amount of dill and onion and whatever other spices she used. They tasted homemade. A while back our local independent supermarket started carrying Aunt Polly's Pickles. Oh, the joy. Yesterday I went to the market for another jar and they were gone. I asked the manager of the department where they were. He told me that "Aunt Polly passed away." I asked if there was anything similar and his reply was that "nothing is as good as Aunt Polly's."