Pickles
I've always not liked pickles. They have never interested me. Yet, for some reason, they are something that the American culture embraces. They put pickles everywhere: on top of hamburgers, next to sandwiches, in the flavoring of potato chips, and they crush them up to put on top of hot dogs. I just don't see what the big deal is. I don't like pickles and I don't know why they became such a premium condiment on so many of the foods that I enjoy.
I am curious with the whole entity of the pickle mainly because I do enjoy the cucumber. In fact, it is one of my favorite vegetables. So much so, that if I had to name a favorite vegetable, the cucumber would probably be it. My whole life I have enjoyed cucumbers. They are just delicious. Far more delicious than pickles, which brings me back to my point. I don't know what they do to the cucumbers in the pickling process that turns them so vile, but it is this process that turns me off from the pickle, and seems to be something that America just can't get enough of.
Now, I can tolerate pickles on my fast food burgers as such if they are small and insignificant, and if there is more flavor involved than just that of the pickle. But when the pickles take over the overwhelming authority of the taste of a hamburger, that's when they have crossed the line, and I have no problem picking off the pickles in question so that I may enjoy my hamburger without the taint of said pickles.
When I was driving on my way back to school last week, I was eating a hamburger that seemed to have an entire jar of pickle slices loaded on it. Now, let me tell you, normally eating a hamburger while driving is an easy enough task to accomplish that I often don't give it much second thought, but driving while extracting half a dozen pickles from the bun is quite a difficult task and I am truly lucky to be alive right now.
America's obsession with the green, sour, slimy vegetable and my finickiness with eating and driving almost caused a mishap and I wouldn't have known who to blame.
Can one truly take responsibility for the actions I took when the fast food industry is shoving pickles down the throat of a person who doesn't like pickles? Am I wrong? Tell me people why the pickle is such an icon of our physical sustenance and tell me if I am truly out of place to despise such a thing. I am merely trying to search for answers in a pickle-infested world.
I am curious with the whole entity of the pickle mainly because I do enjoy the cucumber. In fact, it is one of my favorite vegetables. So much so, that if I had to name a favorite vegetable, the cucumber would probably be it. My whole life I have enjoyed cucumbers. They are just delicious. Far more delicious than pickles, which brings me back to my point. I don't know what they do to the cucumbers in the pickling process that turns them so vile, but it is this process that turns me off from the pickle, and seems to be something that America just can't get enough of.
Now, I can tolerate pickles on my fast food burgers as such if they are small and insignificant, and if there is more flavor involved than just that of the pickle. But when the pickles take over the overwhelming authority of the taste of a hamburger, that's when they have crossed the line, and I have no problem picking off the pickles in question so that I may enjoy my hamburger without the taint of said pickles.
When I was driving on my way back to school last week, I was eating a hamburger that seemed to have an entire jar of pickle slices loaded on it. Now, let me tell you, normally eating a hamburger while driving is an easy enough task to accomplish that I often don't give it much second thought, but driving while extracting half a dozen pickles from the bun is quite a difficult task and I am truly lucky to be alive right now.
America's obsession with the green, sour, slimy vegetable and my finickiness with eating and driving almost caused a mishap and I wouldn't have known who to blame.
Can one truly take responsibility for the actions I took when the fast food industry is shoving pickles down the throat of a person who doesn't like pickles? Am I wrong? Tell me people why the pickle is such an icon of our physical sustenance and tell me if I am truly out of place to despise such a thing. I am merely trying to search for answers in a pickle-infested world.
posted by Leland J. Fischer at 9:25 PM
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