Daddies turn!

When my son, Jacob was younger we use to play a silly game called bumbie.  Someone would start by chanting bumbie for a while then proclaim whoever would chant bumbie next.   It was great fun.  Okay, maybe not GREAT fun, but when you are entertaining a two and a half year old, you will be amazed at what games you invent.

So tonight I ate some Bubbies dill relish.  (Bubbies, reminded me of Bumbie, hence the random story.)  Bubbies was founded in 1982, which was a little confusing to me because the photographs on the website look like they are from the thirties, therefore the only conclusion that a person can come to, is that it was founded by old people.  One of the things I like about the Bubbies Company is that they have a green car they call the Bubbiemobile.  

Another good thing about Bubbies is that they are gluten free.  There are a lot of food allergies and I would like to believe the people who suffer from these can eat a good pickle.   I really enjoyed this relish, it was pretty salty and really garlicy.  YUM!  My husband on the other hand did not like them.  Too much garlic he thought.  My particular jar was prepared in Canada.  That also gave this jar of 

relish points, because I love Canada!

In all seriousness, Bubbie is the Yiddish word for Grandma.  I like that.  My late Grandmother fully supported my pickle habit.  She always had pickles.  She would also reuse the juice and pickle eggs.  Not in a nasty way like a bar does when they aren’t refrigerated, but a less offensive, but probably still gross way, in the refrigerator.   I use to think my Grandmother’s biggest flaw is that she liked sweet pickles as well as dill pickles.  She was a big believer in the relish tray for every holiday.  My husband did not know that no matter what the family dinner, you were supposed to serve pickles.  He has now learned.  I wonder what my Grandma would say about my pickle blog.  I think she would enjoy it as long as she didn’t ever have to read it during an Atlanta Braves game.  I love my Bubby!