Pickled Chipotle Carrot Straws

Pickled Chipotle Carrot Straws | Sarcastic Cooking

So, maybe I was a mean older sister. Scratch that. I was a mean older sister. Sometimes. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger? Right?

Let’s take a stroll down memory lane, shall we?

I made Zack play the dog in our imaginary games. I cried wolf more than 100 times because I was the only girl and in order to get my way with my brothers. All I had to say was, “I’m going to tell Mom/Dad you hit me. (Pause for dramatic effect). Maaaaaahhhhhmmmmm!” Then usually my brothers would give in and do what I wanted as long as I told my Mom/Dad, “Nevermind.”

I told Zack this action figure of ET, which he was afraid of, came to life at night. Then I would sneak in and move it around. The closer to his bed the better.  I would flush the toilet when my brothers were in the shower. I may or may not have popped my brother’s loose tooth out on purpose while giving him a double fishhook. I hid around corners at every chance waiting for a brother to come around then I would jump out and scare the bejezus out of him. Come on, who doesn’t laugh at Ellen when she pulls that same crap?

Pickled Chipotle Carrot Straws | Sarcastic Cooking

I dared my brother Nick to drink a cup full off cayenne pepper mixed with water. Ok. That one was a step too far. I thought he was going to die. He was complaining about chest palpitations and he was bright red for hours. I just kept thinking, “How am I going to explain this to my parents?”

But through all that you know what I never did?

I never told my brother to throw a hockey stick at my other brother’s head. I never accidentally slammed my brother’s head into the wooden headboard while WWE wrestling. I never threw crab apples at my siblings’ backs while perched in the apple tree. I never made anybody drink pickle juice or eat a tablespoon of that powdery parmesan cheese. Oh wait.

That is because all those things, my lovely darling brothers did of their own accord. See, every mean of bossy thing I did, they did something probably worse to me, each other, or themselves.

I mean why dare the little baby of the family to take a swig of pickle juice, when he will do it all on his own? It was just a waste of my master manipulator evil genius talents.

Pickled Chipotle Carrot Straws | Sarcastic Cooking

This! This pickle juice, I would dare him to drink. There is still some evil older sister alive and well in me and she would love to see that spice get to him and laugh her butt off at him. I have a problem.

Anyway. This quick pickled carrot straw recipe is perfect for summer grilling season or just general snacking. The straws stay crispy and are the perfect topping for any brat or hot dog. I did put some on my classy dinner of a hot dog along with some sriracha last night, but I ate it before I could take a picture. Sorry I’m not sorry.

That is just the mean older sister in me talking.

Pickled Chipotle Carrot Straws

The perfect spicy crunchy snack or hot dog/brat topping!

Yields: 1, 24 Ounce Jar

  • 10 Ounces Shredded Carrots
  • 1 ¼ Cup Water
  • 1 Cup White Vinegar
  • ¼ Cup Sugar
  • 2 Tablespoons Salt
  • ½ Teaspoon Coriander Seeds
  • ¼ Teaspoon Black Peppercorns
  • 2 Garlic Cloves, smashed
  • ½ - 1 Teaspoon Chipotle Paste/Puree (depending on how much heat you can handle)
  1. Combine water, vinegar, sugar, salt, seeds, peppercorns, garlic, and chipotle in a saucepan. Bring to a simmer. Simmer ten minutes over medium/low heat.
  2. Add carrots to the liquid. Remove from heat. Let sit for five minutes.
  3. Carefully transfer carrots, using tongs, to a large mason jar or two smaller mason jars. Pour liquid over carrots. Chill completely before placing lid on. Allow 24 hours before eating.
  • Preparation time: 5 minutes
  • Cook time: 10 minutes
  • Total time: 15 minutes
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  1. says

    Wait . . . I voluntarily drink pickle juice. What does that say about me? Also reading this makes me wish I was the older one not the youngest because my brothers were mean but they probably could have been a lot meaner if we were closer in age. Thank goodness for that (I can still hear the running down the hall, door slamming open to my room, jumping on my bed in my dreams). Also yeah for quick pickle recipes!

  2. says

    This is hilarious. I was such an evil older system myself…my sister may have even ended up in the ER once after a particularly intense wrestling match concluded with me dragging her by the arm. Oops. Loving the idea of these as a hot dog topping! Sounds delicious!!

  3. says

    I love these stories … and SO GRATEFUL to be part of a set of sisters now :) I was hesitant when I saw “pickled” but this does look pretty easy!

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