A jar of pickles doesn’t whisper, it shouts! I know by the way the brine turns from sweet to sour, the way the veggies cough a little. If you feel that little kick in your gut, that’s your ancestral voice saying “time’s up!” And trust me, I’ve been picking this way since my granddad swore by the moon’s phases—no stopwatch needed. So put your finger in the jar, see the color, feel the crunch, and shout “Ready!” and you’ll know when it’s time to eat.