I took this photo at the Renaissance Faire last Saturday. I do enjoy a good pickle and had wanted to get one. I passed, but I was very curious as to what made a pickle a "Thunder Pickle". I started to realize that I've never once had a "homemade" pickle before. While I really wanted to try one I still held firm that I wasn't going to make a purchase. Probably the only reason I stayed my buying hand is because I actually had no cash on me, but whatever. I still didn't buy one.
My niece though wanted one and asked her daddy if she could get one. I went with them to watch the transaction. I asked the man, what makes his pickles so thunderous and he replied, "I do." A great response. I said that I only ask because my niece was interested in getting one. The man reached behind his barrel and pulled out a jar. A commercial sized jar with a big pickle label on the front. It was the same type of jar (that would be filled with pickles) you would find at sub shop. My heart sank.
To the man's credit I didn't actually see any pickles in the jar, but I did see some pickle juice. He could very well have used that jar for something else, sort of like how I bring my lunch into work in a Country Crock tub. Maybe he does make his own pickles, but my gut tells me that isn't true.
I'm not sure why I wanted so badly for him to bring actual homemade pickles, but I did. I also don't know why I took it so hard when I saw they weren't homemade, but I did. It is amazing what presentation can do.
My niece though wanted one and asked her daddy if she could get one. I went with them to watch the transaction. I asked the man, what makes his pickles so thunderous and he replied, "I do." A great response. I said that I only ask because my niece was interested in getting one. The man reached behind his barrel and pulled out a jar. A commercial sized jar with a big pickle label on the front. It was the same type of jar (that would be filled with pickles) you would find at sub shop. My heart sank.
To the man's credit I didn't actually see any pickles in the jar, but I did see some pickle juice. He could very well have used that jar for something else, sort of like how I bring my lunch into work in a Country Crock tub. Maybe he does make his own pickles, but my gut tells me that isn't true.
I'm not sure why I wanted so badly for him to bring actual homemade pickles, but I did. I also don't know why I took it so hard when I saw they weren't homemade, but I did. It is amazing what presentation can do.
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