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.

Do half sour pickles go by a different name sometimes or have I never had one?

Half-sour pickles may not exist on a large commercial level. In NYC and surrounding environs they tend to be sold at a deli or a pickle shop. I can think of one brand in the grocery store, but now that I think about it I guess they're a regional phenomenon.

there's a lot of recipes on line. Maybe I should give them a try. I also saw a lot of blog posts by people vehemently opposed to half-sour pickles. I wonder why the anti-half-sour bile?

Kristin - insent

GC, backflung.

You all are cute with your Amy nicknaming.

So I have a bit of an update that is...if not hopeful, not quite as pessimistic.

I spoke to my regular vet this afternoon, and he's advocating for having the surgeon remove more tissue but leave Byron's leg intact. He says that this cancer rarely metastasizes (and if it does, it does so very slowly) despite being very invasive and aggressive locally. The tumor will likely recur in this same area, but it can be removed again and again. It really will depend on how far it has spread into his muscle. The surgeon tomorrow will make that decision.

T. (neighbor/landlady) is being very supportive and says that she would be happy to help us screen in the back patio so Byron can get outside time without actually being outside. I'm grateful for that.

It's a difficult process and tomorrow is going to be rough. I'm hopeful that I can get at least one more good year with him, though. I am prepared to do whatever the doctors think is best for him.

Backflung KT.

We are rathercdrunk in the buffy line-wee!