Quite the Pickle

   I made a list of all the hobbies that I have always wanted to attempt. This list is a good size, including simple activities and then some that are a bit more challenging. I will not be experimenting with the following hobbies:

                                                      Origami- because it's wastes paper.

                                      Frisbee Golf- because I suck at it, and I don't like to fail.

                                       Beauty Pageants- because I'm not ready to sell my soul.

                                 Model Airplanes- because I'm not a 58 year old man that hates his wife.

    I took my hobby list, closed my eyes, and pointed to one. I'm glad I got the one I did because I wanted to ease myself into this process of trying new things. And I chose.....pickling?

   PICKLING! Why pickling, Anna (those uninterested in learning about the adventures of pickling should stop reading here)? Well, my love affair with pickles began at my Granny's house. She always had the most AMAZING pickles. BIG. CRUNCHY. JUICY. SALT.  Not sure what brand they were, maybe Claussen. Either way they were damn good. I'm really lucky because Kyle, this guy I'm married to, doesn't like pickles. So more pickles for me. Off to the store to get pickling gear.