Tonight: Hot Mama. Hot Mama lived up to her name. She was hot. She made my lips burn a little. Now, I love hot, but this was not a great flavor. Good, not great. It’s confession time. I have had Hot Mama before. She always gives me a bit of a stomach ache, but for some reason, I always think this time she won’t give me a stomach ache. The good news, no stomach ache so far. She shares many characteristics with her pickle in a pouch cousin, Gus. Her coloring is the same, her texture, and of course the fact that she comes in a pouch. Overall, I like her ok. She is good once in awhile. I couldn’t eat her all the time, otherwise I would have permanent heart burn. I like her but she is not my favorite in the pouch category.
The reason Hot Mama doesn’t get more play on my regular rotation is that I really enjoy her but I am scared of the stomach ache. Some people are generally scared of pickle in a pouch. They have a bad rap. I don’t know what people have against food that is sold in gas stations, but I think it is a common fear. On road trips, Alberto will never eat at fast food places attached to gas stations. I understand this in principle but when I am driving nine and a half hours across Kansas, with little choice, Alberto’s fear makes for an unhappy road trip companion. I would rather eat at a gas station fast food place, than wait until we actually get to a decent sized town. My hunger is worse that emergency bathroom stops. If we don’t stop to eat, someone might get hurt! I digress….
Since I have started this blog, I have goggled pickles and all different phrases relating to pickles. I found one that ties into peoples’ fear of pickle in a pouch. I ran across a video of a girl who is afraid of pickles. The line that kills me in this video: “Pickles are destroying my life.” I think maybe I could argue that pickles could potentially destroy my life for completely different reasons. Also, if you watch until the end you catch that Maury says one of the guests is afraid of mustard (okay weird) and the third one is afraid of birds. Wait! This is bad organization on Maury’s part. There should be two shows, one for people who are afraid of vinegar based foods and one of people who are afraid of normal things like wildlife. Even though it is obvious that Pickle Girl and I will never be friends, the video does make me sad for her. Here is the video: Pickle Girl.
I would also like to recommend you go see Ramona and Beezus if you have little kids. It was cute. If you read the books, you will appreciate the movie. (I know, the books are better.) You may say, what does Ramona have to do with a pickle blog? Well, in the movie, Ramona’s dad calls her Pickle. Not in a mean way, like the aforementioned pickle girl, but as a name of affection. See, almost everything in life can be tied to pickles! J
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