Monday, January 23

My Last Night as a Kegler

Tonight is our last night of bowling and I can't say I'm too disappointed. It's been a fun ride, but I think the only bowling I should commit to on a regular basis is the occasional dollar bowling on a weekday night. I'm normally not one to complain about a broken nail, but every week after the league my right thumb nail looks like I took it to a belt sander and permanently blackened it with lane grease. It's all a bit disgusting.

I also confirmed something about myself this morning...yep, I am fully capable of eating pickles for breakfast. A few weeks ago I discovered them....cornichons. They are these teeny French sour pickles that lots of folks eat with pate. I've always been a pickle lover, but these are better than any pickles I've ever tried...perfect texture, perfect size, perfect flavor, and perfect pickle dispensage because most packages come with this really cute pickle lifter. These are the type of pickles that I could eat the whole jar in one sitting. They are sort of like chocolate for me, as I typically crave sour and salty before sugar. The jar is gone kids and let's face it, most jars of pickles last for months.

1 comment:

Emilie said...

EEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Becky!!!! That's the grossest thing I've ever heard!

I have an idea: you can move back and eat all my pickles.