Today’s post should come at no surprise to anyone who truly knows me. And I have never quite understood how my true love for dill pickles came to be but boy oh boy, I sure do love me some homemade canned dill pickles. And homemade refrigerator pickles. Store dill pickles rate high up there too and spicy dill pickles, oh my.
Last night, my mom, stopped by, and brought me more of her delicious homemade dill pickles that she canned this past August. It was not a large amount she brought but I pretty much cleaned out the entire little container that they had come in.
Which brings me to this weird confusion…. Most solid foods my lap band can tolerate are not anything close to the hardness of the average hard dill pickle. Soups go down wonderfully well. Potatoes, tomatoes, cucumbers, celery, carrots… yes, if cooked well, they are swell too. Hamburger, as long as it is grilled or fried well done, my lap band and I are besties. Sausage cut up and cooked well, awesome. But meat that I have to chew and chew and chew, not so much. And same with potato chips, french fries, tater tots…. anything deep fat fried … has not really touched my lips in a very very very long time. And along these lines, one would assume that I could not, would not even attempt to nibble on anything pickled. But my lap band LOVES all things dill pickled. Loco? Perhaps….
adjective, orig USMad, crazy. (1887 —) .
D. Francis He’d been quietly going loco and making hopeless decisions (1965).[From Spanish loco mad.]