THE SCENE: Roving Lemon (RL), DP, and Miss B sit at the kitchen table, finishing off lunch. At her place, RL has a small bowl of pickles she brought out to eat with her sandwich, several of which Miss B has filched to eat with her soup, cheese, and crackers. Two small pickles are left in the bottom of the bowl, which Miss B eyes longingly. RL passes over the bowl.
Miss B eats the last two pickles, then picks up the bowl and starts drinking the juice.
DP (getting up from the table to clear): OMG, that is disgusting! (Points a finger accusingly at RL) That is YOUR fault!
RL (protesting): What?! She's never seen me do that! I haven't done that in....years!
Miss B (smacking her lips): Mmmmm....spicy in my mouth, Mummy!
That's my girl.
Funny! I have a huge sour/acid tooth so it makes sense to me, too.
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Girl after my own heart, B. I've been known to stick a straw in that pickle juice and drain the jar. (Not in front of the children). We'll keep it our salty little secret.
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Has she done the olive fingers thing yet?
Cath - thanks to you for stopping by too!
ReplyDeleteKJ - apparently hiding these habits from the children isn't enough--they instinctively can't resist the lure of the brine!
Pyrus - no, she hasn't embraced olives yet, but at this rate, I expect it any day. Her cousins will be so proud!