Hi, Kristin!
Do what you need to. Post, not post. Rant, rave, or be clinically cerebral.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Hi, Kristin!
Do what you need to. Post, not post. Rant, rave, or be clinically cerebral.
My middle name is Amy!
That's right! I forgot! We'll call you Amyk from now on.
Or KAmy?
She's the wee!Amy!
Sends Kristin a snuggle sandwich
Do half sour pickles go by a different name sometimes or have I never had one? My mom has an old recipe of her mom's where she dumps the pickle juice out of a jar of (I think) dills and fills it up with (I think) mostly sugar water. They're delicious but must be eaten in moderation. Also not all pickles are cucumbers. Ginger, beets, brussels sprouts, green beans... all delicious!
Also not all pickles are cucumbers. Ginger, beets, brussels sprouts, green beans... all delicious!
Pigs' feet?
Pigs' feet?
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
edit: I'm not sure I've had actual pig's feet. I've had pickled pork in Iowa that was in little cubes with onions. No toenails.
Kimchi!
Also not all pickles are cucumbers. Ginger, beets, brussels sprouts, green beans... all delicious!
Okra!!!
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, ita, DON'T READ THIS!!
Those little cocktail weenies in hot/spicy vinegar. My dad would eat the weenies and then use the juice to pickle egss.
I didn't like the eggs so much, but every once in a while, I liked the weenies.
The bar up the street has deep-fried pickles; so does the local Cajun place. My sister loves them; I think they're ok, and eat a couple if my sister orders them. But on the whole, I'd rather have raw oysters.
Sweet pickles belong only in relish and potato salad.