I had beer battered pickles at a "gastropub" (read restaurant with kind of frou frou food and good beer) recently and they were unexpectedly delicious.

Part of me thinks that sounds horrible, and another part would like to try it. Perhaps if I were a few sheets to the wind. I like my pickles dill and my relish sweet.

Mmm. Dill.

My mother doesn't like it, so she always insists on serving sweet. Despite the fact that ALL the rest of us would rather have dill.

(She rode in a car on a hot day that was filled with dill, over a bumpy country road. This would have been in the 1940s, when cars were less with the comfortable and air conditioned. She never has managed to get over the dill hate.)

Ooo. Quince! I have envy.

You know, now that I know someone who makes her own pickles, I really should try them again to see if my childhood dislike of them has gone away. Because I do love E's Rosemary's Baby Carrots.

Plei, do you want me to see if she'd be willing to swap you a jar of quince paste for a jar of something you made?

I decided that tonight was an excellent night to knock myself out with an Ambien and get some sleep. So I have taken one. Sweet dreams, all.

Plei, do you want me to see if she'd be willing to swap you a jar of quince paste for a jar of something you made?

Tell her life could bring her lemons...

Pickles... I made a cheeseburger meatloaf that had pickles in it this week and it was surprisingly very tasty. It was a new recipe and I wasn't sure of it, but was pleased with the results.

Nighty, night, doll. Sleep well and dream of large women.

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OK, back to the preview.

No one liked my baseball golfing at work? Sad now.

emotional up and down day -- tech miss behaving

the I post in the wrong place about it

DH over tired in NEED of vacation that might only partially happen next week

communist invasion

but I did a bunch of things that needed to be done

golf - funny. We have a pink flamingo golf contest here every October , all over the neighborhood - very silly fun. with flamingos and tiaras

On our second-to-last real vacation (this would be back in 2002, sigh), we ate in a restaurant in Gettysburg that purported to offer authentic 19th century food. We shared a plate of pickled things that weren't cucumbers--chow-chow, I think it was called. It was sweet and crisp and sharp and generally teh yum.