The plight of the pickle

by Ginger on August 20, 2010

in Random

Have I told you all of my affinity for pickles?

I’ve always preferred salty and sour to sweet, and for most of my life I’ve had a THING for pickles. When I was a kid, my parents would buy those giant gallon jars of sliced pickles that you get at Costco or Sam’s.

Yeah, those ones. Anyway, they’d buy those, and I’d come home from school and “make” myself a snack: grab bowl, grab tongs, open jar, fill up bowl with pickle slices.

I always got a pickle at the movie theater–those giant, enormous, larger than your arm pickles. Best $1.25 ever.

My family would RARELY buy jars of whole dill pickles, because I could go through a whole jar in a matter of about 2-3 days.

As a grown-up, one of the things that you could be sure was on my grocery list almost every week was pickles–sometimes in multiple forms.

Heck, I even photographed & blogged about them in a post on my favorite things in the early days of this here blog.

I was a pickle addict–I could rarely, if ever, turn one down, and they were something I craved often.

I always joked that when I got pregnant, I would crave something sensible like an apple. Little did I know that my joke would turn out to be reality–I think during my pregnancy I had…3 pickles. Maybe 4. It was as if I had a completely different set of taste-buds! I went from having 3-4 pickles a week, to 3-4 over a 9 month period.

Of course, I assumed that when I was done with the pregnancy business, I’d get my taste-buds back. I’d get back the pickle cravings that I’d had my whole life. And yet, here I am almost a year after having the baby, and my fervor for pickles has not returned. Oh, I have a pickle now and again, but I can and do pass them up way more often than I used to. We now only have to buy pickles every couple of months rather than every shopping trip.

So the pickle has fallen from favor after 30 years of holding the top spot. Who knows, it may return to its former glory someday, but for now, the plight of the pickle is a sad one indeed.

Kris August 20, 2010 at 9:41 am

Have you ever tried deep fried pickles? I had some at a local fair and they are OMGGOOD. Nice and savory. Mmmmm…

Erin August 20, 2010 at 9:47 am

I am a huge pickle eater. Always have been. I haven’t eaten them as much since I’ve been pregnant, but I do still love them. Also, fried pickles? Amazing!

The Sweetest August 20, 2010 at 3:31 pm

Either love ’em or hate ’em. I for one, am a hater.

Accidents August 24, 2010 at 12:56 pm

I was a huge lover of pickles before pregnancy and then during pregnancy—I wanted them even more. Like, I cried once because I couldn’t get a jar open and Baby Daddy wasn’t home. And then I cried a few weeks later when we were out. I did almost no crying while I was pregnant, but I cried because of stupid pickles TWICE.

After a lifetime of hating almost all dessert/sweet foods, pregnancy gave me a bizarre sweet tooth and now I’m still burdened with it. I’m still very picky about sweets, but I crave sour candy and donuts all the time now. Not good, since I think I’d have lost beyond baby weight if it weren’t for needing sweets (also non-diet soda, really loved that while I was pregnant and now fall prey every once in awhile. TERRIBLE habit).

Lisa August 24, 2010 at 2:58 pm

We recently went to check out a friend’s BBQ place and they had fried pickles on the menu. PREGGO’S DREAM.

That was kind of the way I was with Mexican food. There is a Tex-Mex place near work that I love and I ate there about 3 times a week. Until I got pregnant and then it did not sound good anymore. I wonder if I’ll eat it again, or it’s just completely fallen off my radar now.

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