Tag Archives: pickles

I knew I shouldn’t have, but I did anyway….

October 8, 2023 Rivergirl 40 Comments

A blog friend recently commented on my post that included this support pickle.

She said her family had a stuffed pickle they took photographs with every year… for holidays and special occasions like one does. Since she understandably didn’t want to share photos of her grandchildren online, curiosity got the better of me and I clicked the link she provided to see the photogenic Mr. Pickle of which she spoke.

Wow.

If that creepy anthropomorphized gherkin is on her family’s Christmas card photo every year? I really want to be added to their list.

Thanks for the chuckle Grace.

Thinking that was the end of it, I continued with my morning and moved on.

Or so I thought. Because now that Amazon knows I’m interested in stuffed pickles?

Yeah.

In hindsight clicking that link might not have been a good idea.

Dancing pickles?

Yikes.

A yodeling pickle that repeats what you say?

Hell no.

But then, just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse..

The recommended pickles took a turn to the dark side.

Run!

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The wrong kind of pickled.

October 3, 2023 Rivergirl 20 Comments

Yes, I have more pickle abominations to share.

Because if I have to see them, so do you.

Pickle soup?

What fresh hell is this….

Nope. Uh uh.

Stay the hell away from my mac and cheese.

I don’t care for sushi to begin with, but I doubt adding pickles will help.

Ugh.

That doesn’t even look appetizing.

🤢

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It’s a pickle.

August 31, 2023 Rivergirl 13 Comments

I’m not sure what I did to deserve never ending pickle posts showing up on my Facebook feed, but here’s the latest batch of horrors.

Gag.

Once and for all… keep your pickles out pf my tequila!

I’m from Jersey, which is next to Philly. We take our cheesesteak seriously …. this is a hard no.

Word of warning – if you serve a pickle cake at your wedding? I’m getting you a clapper for a gift.

That doesn’t even look appetizing.

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Pickle me this.

August 13, 2023 Rivergirl 24 Comments

Yes, the pickle posts just keep on coming though I’m sure I don’t know why.

Even liberally doused with Jameson, I’m not apt to crave a pickle cupcake.

I don’t like dirty martinis…. so I’m passing on dirty tequila as well.

Oh, hell no.

I can think of lots of better ways.

Blech!

Pickle-sicle?

Uh uh. And my spellcheck agrees, it changed pickle-sicle to pickle-suck.

🤣

Because nothing says I love you sweetheart quite like pickles.

Not.

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Still in a pickle.

July 5, 2023 Rivergirl 32 Comments

And the pickles keep on comin’.

There seems to be no end to revolting alternate uses for pickles. Read on, but be warned … you may lose your appetite.

I would not.

I will not.

And you can’t make me.

That’s simply not kosher.

Mother of God… why?

It’s Texas.

Enough said.

Oh… the horror!

🤢

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Rise and brine!

June 6, 2023 Rivergirl 25 Comments

Yes, the pickle posts are still peppering my page. So grab your cup of morning coffee and check out these briny abominations.

Fritters are delightfully sweet treats.

Hard pass.

There’s a name for this, but it’s definitely not fashion.

Pickle juice ice cubes.

I just can’t…

No.

And again, no.

I have two words for this person.

Seek help.

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Plants and pickles.

June 4, 2023 Rivergirl 25 Comments

It’s finally time to start planting some annuals around Casa River. It’s really only safe after Memorial Day as we had frosty nights right up until the end of May.

A few geraniums.

Some peachy begonias on the kitchen porch.

A line of alternating marigolds.

And it was back to the greenhouse for another trunkful. One can never have too many flowers.

My husband disagrees, but what does he know?

A pizza. With pickles. And pickle flavored potato chips. Christ, it might as well have kale.

🤢

I always thought I was one of those people who said – I’ll eat anything as long as it’s covered in chocolate.

Turns out I was wrong.

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Motivational posters and still more pickles.

May 25, 2023 Rivergirl 24 Comments

I have a few Facebook friends who share nothing but motivational posters.

No family photos. No vacation albums. No silly animal videos.

Just these.

Most of them are pretty.

Some of them are cute.

Okay, you got me. That one makes perfect sense.

And while I’m sure my friends mean well spreading their words of wisdom, I’ve never been a motivational/self help type of girl. I don’t read the books, I don’t cross stitch the sayings on pillows.

My idea of good advice runs more along these lines.