Back in October/November (ish) we had a cucumber in the fridge that no one was eating, so I looked up a recipe for making homemade pickles. They turned out nice, and they were gone in less than 48 hours lol. I made more pickles not too long after that (literally just threw more cucumber slices in the leftover pickling liquid lol), which prompted my mom to buy me a gift of dill weed and pickling spice from Walmart. It was only a few weeks and I was already flanderized to the Pickle Man.

I remember I was going to a work picnic with my brother for his job, and he suggested that I talk about how I've been getting into making pickles as a conversation starter. I didn't bring that up at all, but I thought of that during a job interview when the interviewer asked what I do in my free time. (I refrain from mentioning video games or other things that professionals would deem "unprofessional" or "immature") I mentioned the pickles and the interviewer said "funny you mention that..." apparently he was also into pickling vegetables. So we talked about pickles for a bit. Funniest shit ever.

...anyway I made pickles a few days ago. This might have been the sixth time I've made them? These ones might be the best ones yet. I'm not sure what I did differently - I followed the exact same recipe I always have.