In a pickle

Dill pickles. We just don’t have them here. The supermarkets say they have them but they lie. Those are not dill pickles. Costco has some pretty good ones but while I love my trips to Costco, we don’t go enough. So whenever I see a new jar of pickles in the supermarket, I have to try them out.

I was going to say that these pickles were pretty good. They aren’t as crisp as I like them and the dill flavoring is not exactly right but it’s the closest I’ve found (except for the ones at Costco).

However! While I was examining the Polish label, I saw this little guy pleading with me. Don’t eat me!

I suddenly understood what it would feel like to see the outline of Jesus’ face in a piece of toast. But the more I looked at it, the more creeped out I got. It looked like a terrified face drowning.

It didn’t stop me from eating them though. Until I took a bite and saw another one staring up at me.

Let’s hope the snow lets up so I can get out of the house. Or else you might start seeing photos of the way our laundry pile is starting to resemble  Mother Theresa sitting on a chair. Now that’s really creepy when the lights are out and you’re trying to fall asleep.