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when you hear the word "pickle"

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Yes... I love them. (No dirty comments!!!)

They really are tasty. Dill especially, unless I have a grilled cheese sandwich, then it is sweet.
I love Dill Pickle Soup too!
 
I really want someone to come out of the woodwork and say they have tried:

Dill Dipping sauce for your french fries

at St. Louis Wings & Ribs

please, someone.

lie to me if you have to.
 
i prefer the zesty or polish style dills over kosher
but i like kosher better than plain dills
 
This thread makes me want to go buy a bag of dill pickle chips, yummay!

KT
 
When I hear the word pickle, I think "MrLee is never going to live that down." Strangely enough, that thought makes me salivate, so I'd have to say yes.
 
Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity

During that summer
When unicorns were still possible;
When the purpose of knees
Was to be skinned;
When shiny horse chestnuts
(Hollowed out
Fitted with straws
Crammed with tobacco
Stolen from butts
In family ashtrays)
Were puffed in green lizard silence
While straddling thick branches
Far above and away
From the softening effects
Of civilization;

During that summer--
Which may never have been at all;
But which has become more real
Than the one that was--
Watermelons ruled.

Thick imperial slices
Melting frigidly on sun-parched tongues
Dribbling from chins;
Leaving the best part,
The black bullet seeds,
To be spit out in rapid fire
Against the wall
Against the wind
Against each other;

And when the ammunition was spent,
There was always another bite:
It was a summer of limitless bites,
Of hungers quickly felt
And quickly forgotten
With the next careless gorging.

The bites are fewer now.
Each one is savored lingeringly,
Swallowed reluctantly.

But in a jar put up by Felicity,
The summer which maybe never was
Has been captured and preserved.
And when we unscrew the lid
And slice off a piece
And let it linger on our tongue:
Unicorns become possible again.

John Tobias
 
Originally posted by: Atomic Playboy
When I hear the word pickle, I think "MrLee is never going to live that down." Strangely enough, that thought makes me salivate, so I'd have to say yes.
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So what you are saying is MrLee makes you salivate? :Q

KT
 
Originally posted by: moshquerade
Originally posted by: Nitemare
My favorites are Claussen and then Mt Olive's
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my favorite are homemade. my grandma makes a snappy dill pickle. 'lots of garlic in them.
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My grandma makes 14 day pickles so unfortunately non-garlicy
 
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