Pickle-Less

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

What you may not know about Ellie is that she is a pickle-fiend.

When she had covid, and I offered to bring her some groceries, her brain-fog was so bad all she could think of was "laundry detergent and pickles".

(I actually brought her more than that).

So when Duncan's Brewery in Paraparaumu had their monthly pop-up pub in September I booked an 8 person table for Ellie and AJ to come along to try craft beers (AJ's thing) and PICKLES.

The brewery, you see, backs onto a place called "Smoked & Pickled" which does delicious smoked meets with sauerkraut, gherkins and onions.

Caro, Tiger and Mo also came along and a fine time was had. 

EXCEPT

"No pickles mate," said the Smoked & Pickled guy. "Wrong time of year, you see."

I protested. Really? NOTHING? 

"We have PICKLE PEOPLE at our table," I wailed.

They were so nice. They put together a little punnet of pickles especially for us. And as you can see, Ellie was extremely grateful.

She bit blissfully into her pickle. Which then SQUIRTED all over me. Once again I was COVERED in pickle-juice.

This is now my thing, whenever I go to Duncan's Brewery, it seems.

Of course, the nature of this dowsing caused much hilarity and there were references to pickle-ejaculate. 

But that just made the day even better. Ellie and AJ apparently had a great time after a really tough month for them. And they were happy. And I was pickled. And I was happy.

S.

P.s. Princess!! Ellie is going to make you pickled eggs for October!