Entering the pickle trance, a place I've been many times before.
In the pickle zone, nothing else exists beyond the pickle.
I needed a glass of pink lemonade. Seriously needed it, I couldn't pour it fast enough. I am crazy about the stuff this time of year.
Pink lemonade, enough said.
I usually try to have pretty decent meals, but sometimes I need a weird combo. For instance I used to mash up crackers and mix them with mustard. Yesterday I was inspired to make a wrap with vegan mayo, mustard, chopped pickles, chopped green olives and chopped veggie chick patties. I would not recommend this to the average foodie, but yesterday it hit the spot.
My wrap, Meg.
I was so pleased with myself that I made a little face and named the wrap Meg. Then I joined Cordelia in what was probably a creepy feast, but we were both quite satiated at the end.