Most people who know me know that my least favorite food in all the world is pickles. I can't even stand the smell of them. Nonetheless, since I married a person who likes pickles, they inhabit my refrigerator. Somehow, someway, my children, who have survived their entire lives on as little food as they can possibly eat, like pickles. That might sound perfectly normal to some people. But, get this, they don't eat macaroni and cheese. Macaroni and cheese? What kid doesn't like macaroni and cheese? Mine!! Daniel will eat peach slices but not peach chunks. Spaghetti? No. Blueberry muffins? No. Pizza. No. Well, Daniel might eat pizza on a rare occasion. But pickles....they are nuts about them! They love them! This is something that they definitely inherited from their Daddy'! Well, I guess I can count them as vegetables, right? Anyway, Daniel asked me to get him some pickles for snack today and because we have two kinds in the refrigerator he proceeded to describe them and I quote, "Mama, I want...
some flat circle pickles.....
and a not flat, oval, cucumber pickle." These are actually big, gigantic pickles sliced in half vertically as opposed to thin slices so he was correct in describing them as "not flat".
So, while holding my nose and trying hard to not splash myself with pickle juice, I gave him some flat circle pickles and some not flat oval ones. And there you have it, a post about pickles!
This is just too funny. I can see how you squench up your nose whenever you even say the word "pickle."
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