Day 1: Refrigerate After Opening.

Monday February 7, 2011: Redmond WA with Chelsa in our tiny dorm-style suite. 10:07 P.M.

Feeling sick, coming down with a cold (?!?) and after a grueling last day of medical reports I’ve consequently lost all motivation and energy to be at the gym, even to sit in the hot tub, which is serious business.

So instead, we’re chillin’ out at home posting on ‘crackbook’ after raiding the pickle jar. We share a bar fridge so space… well that’s at a premium, so when a jar cracked it gets finished. (‘And How!’)

Chelsa has introduced me to Peanut Butter and Pickles. Yup that’s right, you read this correctly: Peanut Butter and Pickles, specifically Farman’s Genuine Kosher Style Dill Pickles with a schpunk of Kroger Crunchy Peanut Butter sitting on top while listening to Frank, Etta and Tony- and debating the merits of writing a cookbook: 365 days of pickles!

I do believe (after sharing an entire 1.36 liter jar of Large salty pickles and half a jar of peanut butter) there is some merit to this venture outside the continuous and obvious pickle coma that will result, and apart from the possible inevitability of disgust for one of my favorite foods, I will risk the daily hangover of too much salt and resulting future cardiac complications, to creatively eat some form of pickle every day!

(I am now on my second liter of water…)

There is a definite method to eating a pickle with peanut butter on it… primarily, you need to cut or bite off the pickle butt (this is the funny little vine end on the top of the pickle and while some enjoy the pickle-butts I personally think they’re overrated…  you know who you are!!!) Farman's are deLISH - a true salty dill pickle, however, (and this could possibly be because they were fresh out of the cupboard with no time to chill...) had some tough skins. Old pickles?? Not sure but will endeavor to try, ty again but this time icy cold. The crunchy peanut butter added that bit of sweetness with a real peanutty zing which was suprisingly incredible matched against the salty crunch of the pickle. I actually got goosebumps. Serious stuff. 

In any case, you need to have a crevice to schpunk the peanut butter. After the first bite/slice it’s a bit easier to have this little landing pad for gooey goodness to sit atop of! Also, mind you don’t poke the body of the pickle because it will spontaneously attack you (self defense??) by squirting you, especially if wearing white and lets face it... Pickle pee is never fashionable.  

Day one… pickle complete.