As a high school and college student, one of the qualities I looked for in a potential future mate was: someone who would eat the pickles that came with my restaurant meals. (Pro Tip: This was not my top criterion, but it was perhaps my most whimsical.) I was just not a pickle person.
Now, I still give those restaurant pickles away most of the time (to my actual mate or to whomever would like them), but the reason is different: I am now a pickle connoisseur.
Observe, if you will, my current pickle reserves:
Plus the bread and butter pickles in the fridge; minus the amazing garlic pickles I finished the other day.
What made me a pickle fan? I think it was moving to rural Minnesota, where the relish tray is a required item at all potlucks, parties, and festive meals. Also, homemade pickles are delicious. Sweet pickles (which, in fact, I have liked for quite a while), garlic pickles, bread and butter pickles, mustard pickles. Yes, please.
So, if you are already a pickle fan, hooray! And if you are not, consider sampling some the next time you get to a farmers market or a rural Minnesota potluck (or my house!).
And if you are still not a pickle fan, please enjoy one of my favorite Arlo Guthrie songs. He doesn’t want a pickle, either.