I hated pickles when I was a kid. My only exposure to them were as sour neon green disks the invaded my McDonald’s cheeseburger. I really don’t know when the switch got flipped in my brain that made those flavors acceptable. It must have been sometime in my early teens. That’s when I would start to look forward to going to the county fair each year because I could get a fresh pickle the size of my forearm and eat it in place of a proper lunch.
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