Sweet, sweet pickles.on July 30, 2005 at 12:46 pm
Man, I haven’t had a sweet pickle since elementary school. I used to have my mom pack them in my lunch for me. I loooooooved sweet pickles. Forget that dill pickle crap — sweet is where it’s at, baby.
My mom used to tell me that I shouldn’t eat more than one at a time because they’d make me sick. I believed her, ‘cuz, dude, my mom. But is that true, or did she just not want me to eat up the whole damn jar in a day? I’ve asked around and nobody seems to know of this bit of pickle trivia. (Though, I’m the only person in the world who likes sweet pickles, so chances are people wouldn’t know anyway.)
Well, it’s been 15 years, and I bought myself a jar of sweet pickles. You know. The tiny ones. The serving size says 4. I want to eat as many of these as I can and see if I do, in fact, get sick. Unfortunately, I’ve had this jar since yesterday, and this bit of parental programming from my formative years still has a deathgrip on my psyche. I’ve had about 6 since last night, but not more than one at a time. Can I, in fact, break through this childhood taboo, disobey my parents, and find out if they were right or wrong after all?
Or am I just a pussy?