Tossing the freshly rinsed cucumber slices with the sliced onion, just before jarring it up.
After one day of steeping. Still cucumber-y tasting, but starting to absorb a little of the sweet/sour pickling liquid flavors.
I am disproportionately excited about these simple little pickles. Bread and butter pickles were a mainstay of my youth, and the smell of the vinegar, sugar and spices simmering alone nearly killed me. I want these babies to be ready yesterday.