Those French might need to invent a new word to describe Damian. He's been eating little more than pickles for five years now, ever since he was 8. Damian knows he can't find in a store. Guarantee you my granddaughter, Berenice, looking so young for her 79 years, will be at the front of the line to make sure she gets a few jars before they disappear. The line to get in can grow to more than a third of a mile.
People even come with pickle shopping lists and empty boxes to fill.
Refrigerator pickles done up by Mr. Azzato's fifth grade class at Oldfield Middle School. Mustard pickles that years ago the German immigrants used to call chow chow. Speaking of which, I'll bet your mouth never watered at the mention of liverwurst, but spread a little pepper relish on it and, guaranteed, you'll never be the same. And you can top that with Ethel Wyckoff's hot pepper relish spiced with jalapenos. Even if you don't like pickles, come anyway.