Our girls love pickles. Not sure what it is about them, but they are the bees knees to them.
Like, no you can’t have a pickle until you eat all of your broccoli…and the broccoli is gone. This might even work for brussel sprouts.
As I was clearing the table the other night, I heard a big sister tell me to look at her little sister.
Imagine my surprise (and disgust) when I look over and see this?
Pickle juice. As a drink. DISGUSTING!
But, now that I’m thinking about it. My favorite shaved ice place in Houston has dill pickle as a flavor. I think I’ll stick to my blue bubble gum.
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