My old Southern MawMaw never had a Sunday lunch without a bowl of cucumbers swimming in vinegar, a l...

My old Southern MawMaw never had a Sunday lunch without a bowl of cucumbers swimming in vinegar, a little sugar, and plenty of salt and pepper. That tangy crunch sat right next to the fried chicken, cornbread, and butter beans like it belonged there—because it did. Simple, sharp, and refreshing, just like her. Some things just taste like home.