I can easily eat pickles as a snack and feel full and content. I never understood why pickles were considered a pregnant woman’s craving. I eat them all the time. Salt. Brine. Yum. And during these pandemic times, I’ve gotten even more into pickles. It’s comfort food I suppose. And, who doesn’t need comfort food during these times?
In that vein, I went hunting for pickles. Foraging in the big apple for some quality pickles. And New Yorkers love their pickles. They are a staple for us. I suppose pickles bring comfort to others as well.
Hence, I ended up at an old school New York City store that sells a variety of pickled items. It’s a pickle lover’s dream.
Green sour pickles in an orange barrel. It really doesn’t get more New York than that. And, I can now relish in grand pickle delight for the next week. Not a bad way to start off the week.
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Couldn’t agree more – love pickles and most things pickled, come to that.
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If No one liked Pickles
The Economy Fails Now
Yet The Same Folks That
Value Economy over
Life Expect Folks
To Behave Like
Them Anyway
Thanks
For
Your
Lesson
Of Pickles
Enjoy the Sour
Pleasure making
The Rest of Life
Sweet
In Your
Economic
Booming
Pickle Pleasure🍕
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I am salivating as I read this 🙂
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Yum yum. Cheers
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Can’t go wrong with a good pickle. : )
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Hear hear!
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Years ago we watched the New York City-set “Crossing Delancey”, which is now known to my wife as “The Pickle Man movie”. Every five or ten years we have to watch it again …
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I see I wasn’t the only one who thought of “Crossing Delancey”. I used to be a totally deli dill pickles person, but after living in the South for the last 15 years, I developed a taste for the slightly sweeter bread n’ butter style. Another Southern staple, pimento cheese, however, is one of the few tastes, besides olives, that I truly detest!
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