Every once in a while, I remember to pick up some barrel pickles if I see them at a grocery story that imports delicious pickles. I love German pickles, especially the Kühne brand.
I love having little things to love–like pickles. My daughter and I eat a few from the squatty jar, and I tell her how much I love pickles. It’s fun to think of all the personality quirks and ways someone might characterize you as if you were a character in a novel. I would arrive on the scene as a pickle-loving woman obsessed with vivid verbs and semicolons.
It’s strange, but at least you know me.