This final topic that I forgot about was submitted by Ashley.
Pickles are intensely flavored and can make or break a meal. I tend to lean toward the more mild kind and generally only really like dill. Dill is a marvelous flavor but I dislike most other kinds of pickles. At any restaurant, it is standard to receive a pickle with your burger and fries, but I usually give it to Sean because he likes them and I do not. It feels weird to bite into and the taste usually displeases me. But sometimes a baby dill hits the spot.
Once upon a time my sister and I had the rare opportunity/curse of a lifetime to clean out the old jars that had been holding contents from, I'm pretty sure, the Canning Escapade of '35. We were to dump them into a big bowl and then dump it out back. I was unable to recognize the contents in these jars, by the look of them. They were so old and decayed & fermented. The smell told me what it was though: Pickled pungence. I don't know what the fruit or vegetable was but it was 100% NAST. So foul. I needed (but did not have) a doctor's mask to prevent from heaving into the giant metal bowl. I did not hurl but could have, and could have done it without being caught because i could just mix the puke in with the rest of the pickled discharge and the appearance and smell would blend right in. p.s. discharge is one of the worst words ever. So yeah. That was a fun memory and by fun I mean I will never forgive my mother.
Otherwise, remember the Sweet Pickles books?
I do not love sweet pickles but I do love those books.