Food, Humor, Life Published on January 30, 2014 Comments 4 Peckish. written by wideeyedfunk And then I came across the WideEyedSpouse, standing in the dark kitchen, eating pickles. I left him to it. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
I love pickles.
Pickles are an alchemical gift.
And then, some folks have a passion for olives. Others for BarBQ and Onion flavored chips. Things to be gobbled on the sly before anybody else gets them. There’s no accounting for taste.
Or wheels of Danish bleu. I’ve been caught with the bleu.