Openin' Pickles
We prepared the pickles. And they sat. But as I waited to open the jars I also planned. I knew that these pickles would taste glorious and I wanted to properly mark the occasion with an equally glorious "Pickle Opening Ceremony."
And just like the Olympic flame lighting tradition, our Opening Ceremony featured very special pickle torch lighters, The Beatles!
From left to right: Paul McCartney, John Lennon, Ringo Starr and George Harrison. Not pictured: The Yellow Submarine they all arrived in.
And finally, we opened a jar.
And tasted them.
And they were everything I had hoped for. Crisp and salty with a spicy kick. I have to say that they are quite possibly the greatest pickles I have ever eaten.
But they're all mine! (well, half are mine) Yet for some reason the Beatles felt entitled to some pickles of their own. Maybe it was because two of them had risen from the dead to make the ceremony and the other two had traveled to DC from England. Whatever! The lads didn't have to tortuously wait 6 weeks for these damn things to pickle. I was having none of it and refused to share with any of the Beatles.
However, I think I got a little distracted during the bliss of tasting my second pickle because both George and Ringo slipped through my guard.
But really, I can't blame them. These pickles are absolutely impossible to resist.
Could you be the one to taste them next? Only if you're lucky.
And just like the Olympic flame lighting tradition, our Opening Ceremony featured very special pickle torch lighters, The Beatles!
From left to right: Paul McCartney, John Lennon, Ringo Starr and George Harrison. Not pictured: The Yellow Submarine they all arrived in.
And finally, we opened a jar.
And tasted them.
And they were everything I had hoped for. Crisp and salty with a spicy kick. I have to say that they are quite possibly the greatest pickles I have ever eaten.
But they're all mine! (well, half are mine) Yet for some reason the Beatles felt entitled to some pickles of their own. Maybe it was because two of them had risen from the dead to make the ceremony and the other two had traveled to DC from England. Whatever! The lads didn't have to tortuously wait 6 weeks for these damn things to pickle. I was having none of it and refused to share with any of the Beatles.
However, I think I got a little distracted during the bliss of tasting my second pickle because both George and Ringo slipped through my guard.
But really, I can't blame them. These pickles are absolutely impossible to resist.
Could you be the one to taste them next? Only if you're lucky.
