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.