Pickle Party


Can I just tell you how utterly delicious these pickles are? They're just the right amount of salty, they're perfectly crisp, a lovely golden green color, cut into big spears and taste like heaven in pickle form.





Haiku to Pickles:

Pickles aren't fancy
Crunchy, sweet, bread and butter
You choose; I will eat.

Comments

Life said…
i love dill pickles
bread and butter not so much
crispy pickles rock
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
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