When I was a kid, I had a toy called Super Pickle. It was a stuffed pickle with a cheerful face, skinny arms and legs, and a cape. Super Pickle must still be at my parents’ house, because when I went upstairs to look for him just now, I couldn’t find him. I wanted to take a photo of Super Pickle next to my huge, newly-acquired jar of pickles, but this picture I found on the web will have to suffice.
Isn’t he handsome?! (I just realized that I’ve always thought of Super Pickle as a ‘he.’ I’ll resist the temptation to psychoanalyze that.)
When I was learning to like pickles, I wondered how I would know when I truly liked them. A few days ago, I found my answer when I pulled the last pickle from the jar, chopped it in half, and saved some for later. Any lingering doubt was removed today when I purchased an 80-oz. jar of pickles that barely fits in my fridge…
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Super Pickle! Yep, I think he’s stuffed away–no pun intended–with the strawberries and Peachy. 🙂
He is a he. He was made after a pop-up book called “The adventure of Super Pickle”