I have eaten three pickles in the last hour and a half. I bought a quart of new pickles from a specialty pickle shop here on the Upper East Side on Sunday, and they are over 3/4 of the way gone. And I’ve been out of the city for two of those days.
Seriously. I think I might have a problem. I just love them so much because they remind me of one of the roadside snacks we’d get in NE India. Dirty-handed kids would sprinkle salt on quartered cucumbers, and it tasted so good. Just like these new pickles. (Except the guy who handed me these pulled on a latex glove beforehand.)
And as if munching on all these pickles weren’t already enough to push me into a sodium-induced heart attack, Sunday night the ladies I play basketball with were introduced to fried dill pickles. I don’t know how all the others had never had them before. But I shared the appetizer with them, and they all loved them. Even the French gal.
I think I may be able to talk them into getting them every Sunday night.
Oh yeah…and the jar of Claussen’s that I finished last week is still in my fridge because I keep drinking the leftover pickle juice.
I think I seriously have a problem.
Is this your way of tellin gus you ‘re pregnant? LOL …
Haha, I have pickle phases. I eat them because they are virtually calorie free, but not because I love the taste of them. Weird, huh? AND, I get reduced sodium ones, because I’d rather have Potassium (which is another type of salt) than sodium. I’m so weird.
But, you also run enough to sweat the electrolytes (salts) out anyway. So, you are ALLLLLLL good. Happy pickle eatings! I’m SUCH a food scientist.
Um…definitely not preggers. Don’t you remember how much I love weird food???