i've been a lover of pickles all my life.
and i think it all begins with my grandma,
grandma fumiko fujisawa,
who also goes by betty [she's from japan]
i remember as a little tiny little lady, she would feed me a bowl of small sweet pickles
and a cup of Pepsi [this is where i think my pepsi addiction stems from]
i remember sitting on the floor eating as many pickles as i wanted.
pickle after pickle after pickle.
well last semester landon opened up a jar of homemade
[all straight from her garden] pickles from his grandma
and guess what,
i was in heaven
garlic-y, dill-y, tasty pickle heaven.
we probably ate the whole jar within 2 days.
well this all comes down to that today is the last pickle in the pickle jar.
the last of grandma's pickles.
it's a sad sad day because grandma doesn't make them anymore.
and of course knowing me, i took photos.
we enjoyed the last of the pickles with the infamous chicken salad sandwich.
we cheat and buy rotisserie roasted chicken at the market
so it's the fastest freshest lunch we could have.
and we like more grapes than chicken... as you can see,
those darn things kept jumping out of my sandwich, there were so many in there.