Me & pickles go way back.
For my 5th birthday, I asked for a Pickle Party. I apparently loved pickles at that point in my life. LOVED them. So while other kids were having Barbie & Elmo birthdays, I was hitting up the pickle aisle at the grocery store for one of each kind.
I applaud my mother for allowing this idea to come to life. I mean, really, it's just about the lamest idea for a party.
Over the years, my love for pickles waned. For years I decided that they tasted bad until high school when I realized those things were only 5 calories!
So when I got married, I never expected to have this conversation at the grocery store.
Josh: You like pickles?
Susan: Yeah, we can pick some up.
Josh: Sweet- I love to drink the juice.
To this day, dude drinks pickle juice. He loves it.
I tried it. He swore it would help with my shin splints.
Blegh. It's just totally gross... disgusting.
What's your take? Have you ever tried the juice by itself?