Sunday, July 01, 2007

The Pickle Patch

When I was a kid we had a pickle patch on our farm. Our city relatives pointed out that we really had a cucumber patch, and that cucumbers needed processing before they could be called pickles. We listened patiently. When the relatives left, Pa said, "Those city relatives, what do they know? They never picked a pickle in their lives."

Look for my new book--IN A PICKLE--it's all about pickles . . .I mean cucumbers. Check my website for a description.

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