i’ve enjoyed some pickled foods that i’ve consumed. however, i don’t like your standard pickled cucumbers. i think it has more to do with the fact that i just don’t like cucumbers than it does the fact that it’s pickled.
Aw man! During the Great Depression, my great-grandmother used to make my grandmother peanutbutter and pickle sandwiches. Sounds weird but damn they’re good. Guess I know what I’m eating for dinner tonight.
I like pickled anything and everything. Pickled cucumbers, pickled beets, pickled eggs, pickled mushrooms, pickled ginger, you name it. If someone ever wanted to make me a nice gift, they could give me a pickled assortment. And “A Pickled Assortment,” there’s a free title for anyone who wants one.
I like these because they taste the best and because the guy that makes them used to cut my friends hair and because they are sold from a wooden cart in boston common and because i have a grillos shirt and because when all the pickles are gone i drink the brine.
my friend gave me these things called cornichons once and spoke very highly of them, they were OK. mostly i eat pickles by accident late at night when i’ve eaten something hearty and have something sweet planned for a few minutes later but need that interstitial salt rush. i definitely do like pickles though, i don’t think you have to love eating a food to just like that they exist. they’re green and gross looking and alien and lopsided and pimply and these are good qualities.