While wondering the aisles of the grocery store, I happened across a large display of pickles - sweet, dill, relish, hamburger size, etc. - when I found this deep voice in my head screaming, "MUST EAT PICKLES!" Not knowing what to do, I grabbed a jar off the shelf, quickly finished my shopping and darted to the check-out lane. Once home, I stuffed everything haphazardly in the fridge and grimaced as I wrenched open the jar of pickles.
|My Very First Jar of Pickles (yes, I have already eaten half of them)|
Strangely enough, a friendly neighbor must have sensed this over-powering need of mine to consume pickles. Appearing on my doorstep, she presented me with a jar of Homemade Bread & Butter Pickles. Is this not fate?
|Neighbor Friend's Homemade B&B Pickles|
How about you out there - ever been surprised by your own strange cravings? Were you always a fan of pickles or have they been an arch nemesis from the beginning? Tell us your tales...