Pickles.

I've always LOVED sweet pickles. I can sit
and eat a whole jar in one sitting. My mom
used to wrap up a sweet pickle or two in
cellophane and put them in my school lunch
bag when I was a kid so I could eat them
alongside the sandwich and apple, and usually
a Dr Pepper. Ok, sometimes I'd also have a
twinky or some left over fried chicken. I
wasn't born a fat hairy bastard after all.
It took years to build this body.

Damn, I just flashed on a scene in the lunch
room, Southwest High School, about 1978,
when some coach came by and went nuts over
my moms fried chicken. Her shit has always
gone over big.



Sweet is the way to go.



Mom loves dill pickles, but I've never
been able to enjoy a dill. Something
about the sour vinegar taste. Eeew.



And of course, I love to have the sweet
relish on a hot dog or cheese burger. Really
makes a good burger most of the time,
along with the mustard and stuff.

Of course, now that I've gone Type 2, I can't
eat them the way I used to, but after seeing
this, I don't know if I'm ever gonna be able to
see a pickle the same way ever again.

Never again.