When you order a sandwich at Great Harvest, they give you a pickle with it. Last time I went, I didn't order a sandwich - I ordered a cup of soup. But the pickles were calling my name. So I asked if I could have a couple. The guy gave me a funny look, but then gave me 2 pickles. Jackpot! And this isn't just a pregnancy thing. I could eat a whole jar of pickles anytime. How do you feel about them? Love them, hate them, drink the juice like my crazy mother?
P.S. Sketch by Suzanne Buchanan. Her blog is supercool. Yes, that's one word, and it's pronounced with a French accent.