In a right pickle

You’ve either got it … or you haven’t.

She doesn’t often write here, she generally lurks but when she’s in emailing full “stream of consciousness mode” which, let’s face it, the ladies do so well, there’s no better rant or closely described account than that coming out of Toodles.

One of the very best I do sadly miss was Macheath and Uber was pretty handy with the keyboard too but she tended to break keys through her need to triple-emphasize her points, LOL.

I asked if I could post part of Toodles’s email [one of the many and that’s another thing – the ladies have a golden rule as a rule – never put into one email what you could just as well put into eight] and this is it:

Writing to you on daughter’s front porch during intermittent raining and lightning bug show.

I asked her to start a new thread as we’d quickly filled up the last.

I am thrilled to have a new thread. It is like opening a new jar of pickles. My in laws love to go to Sam’s, a wholesale type store. Once they bought a gigantic jar of pickles. They discovered the pickles were dill, which they detest, instead of sweet, so they gave them to us. It seemed like it took years to go through that gigantic jar of dill pickles.

Finally, the time came when there were hardly any pickles left, or so I thought. We ate hamburgers with pickles. I made tuna salad with pickles, potato salad with pickles and I don’t usually put pickles in my tater salad. Many a turkey, or ham, or roast beef sandwich was served with a heaping side of, you guessed it ( such a brain you are!) those dill pickles.

I tried so hard to rid myself of ‘the blob.’ I was just so annoyed at those floating, anemic left over pickles with the seeds swirling around every time I put a long bar-b-que fork down in that mammoth sized jar, which was using up too much room in my refrigerator anyway.

One day I thought, no one will be hurt in the world if I toss out the handful of floating dills which keep reproducing. So, I did.

Soon thereafter, we got a brand new jar of Dills!

It was smaller.

I’ve mentioned Hunter S Thompson and he did that stream of consciousness thing too but his was on drugs and involved 300lb Smoans and the Hells Angels, whereas a woman is a drug.

4 comments for “In a right pickle

  1. June 12, 2018 at 14:03

    Nothing beats a good pickle.
    Ba-Tampte, Grillo’s, or local faves, Phickles.

    Pickled okra is underrated.

  2. Ubermouth
    June 12, 2018 at 22:24

    I am the Pickle Princess and would have eaten the pickles with a side of pickles and then drank the juice.
    In less that a week!
    (not to outdo Toodles)……compared to mine though, her mails must be delightful.
    I see I am going to have to step up my game!

  3. Ubermouth
    June 12, 2018 at 22:25

    ps my keys broke because they were cheap-ass keys on my

    • June 13, 2018 at 02:29

      Silly me, of course that was it – cheap keys. Whatever was I thinking?

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