P is for Pickle

You know your husband loves you when.... he buys you a case of pickles!  

And not just any pickles, Milwaukee Dill Pickles, straight from Wisconsin!

If you truly know me you know that I LOVE pickles.  I eat pickles for snacks.  And I have been craving pickles lately.  No I am NOT pregnant, this is just who I am :)  And there are times when regular pickles just simply won't do.  There are times when you need the BEST pickles.  Now is one of those times and my husband so kindly and lovingly ordered a case of my favorite pickles.  What a surprise it was to find a huge box on our front porch last night and nestled within were 12 jars of these magnificent pickles!  How did I come to love pickles all the way from Milwaukee?  By attending Brian's cousin's wedding a few years ago in Wisconsin.  I joke every time we drive out to Iowa that one of these times we are going to take a detour up to Milwaukee and find a Piggly Wiggly (food store) and buy a whole bunch.  But every time we do drive we are so sick of driving by that point that we never want to add more time to our trip.  So I have lived with regular pickles all this time... I know it's a rough life!  So I put a jar in the fridge last night to start chilling and this morning while I was searching for some breakfast came across my sweet present and couldn't resist.  Yes, I ate a pickle for breakfast!  Ahhhhhhh, I am in love with these pickles!

So if you didn't think I was crazy before, you probably do now.  But I don't care :)

Oh and I PROMISE to save a jar to share with my fellow pickle loving Iowa relatives this summer!