Pickles, Pickles In A Jar
Wickles, Wickles here they are!

Okay, I’m a little bit excited about these pickles. Sometimes, when I say silly stuff (see above statement) I can hear Miss Liz talking to me. Now, don’t worry about my mental health — not in this case, anyway — she just had a way of putting things. So, when I’m eating cauliflower for breakfast or singing the praises of spicy pickles I can almost hear her saying (with her Glaswegian brogue), “Think you’re going ’round the bend, dearie?”

But these pickles, y’all, they’ll make your sandwich sing.

I don’t know about availability everywhere, since I think that they are made in Alabama. But, if you happen to see these in the store (or that sandwich relish that I’m kicking myself for not buying, too) please make sure to get some. This plus cheese and ham on a grilled sandwich with fresh tomato and mustard and mayo — yumola!

p.s. When it comes to Southern food, the more anthropomorphic the behavior on the sign or label, the better the food will be. Here we have a pickle doing the two step with a pepper. So, you know that it is going to be good. The same thing applies to bar-b-que restaurants in the south. If you ever see a sign depicting a pig serving another pig and they both have on clothes and such…well, pull the car over, honey child, because there’s some good eating in there!