Lately, I’ve been thinking about adding some personal stuff to this journal thingy. Why? I do not know. Yet, the desire has bubbled in recent weeks. Normally my intuition serves me quite well and perhaps in the coming days, weeks and months I’ll add a thing or two here. So, today let’s start with this…

I’ve been eating a lot of pickles lately. I’m not sure why. Don’t get me wrong, I love pickles. It’s just normally I’ll go a week, a month, who knows, and never touch a pickle. And yet, in the past few weeks I’ve been gobbling them up like I was a crazed pickle zealot. I currently have two favorites. Vlassic baby dills and Claussens. Neither is better than the other, yet each has its own distinct place upon my palette. When I want a crisp, lightly sweet pickle, I reach for a Vlassic. Yet when I’m hankering for something more savory, more garlicy, I’ll cram my hand in a Claussen jar.

I can’t say that any of this has any meaning or cultural relevance, but it is curious since, as I said, I don’t normally eat pickles with such voracity or vigor. I mean, in the past three weeks I’ve gone through five or six jars. Now that’s pickle dedication, wouldn’t you agree? Hmmm. Anyway, that’s all. Perhaps more to follow. Perhaps not.