All of us foreigners have our thing. It's that thing that we can't live without, even years after moving to another country.
I love one friend's obsession. I can't help it, it's hilarious. She misses pickles. Big, crisp, salty dill pickles. Fair enough. When I was pregnant with my first, I almost raided McDonalds to get me some. It seemed cheaper than ordering 20 hamburgers just for one little sliver of green goodness. You guessed right, I was so desperate I actually considered McDonald's pickles good.
And yes, you can find them here... but they aren't real dill pickles. It's like soy. You can shape it into a turkey but it's still soy. That's what the pickles are here. No, not soy. They are soggy cucumbers masquerading as pickles in a pickle jar. I'm almost personally offended every time I see them.
And you know what, we get over it. Pickles, real Mexican food, and Lays potato chips are some of the things we just don't have in Rio de Janeiro.
Well, my friend has had enough. She's been here far too long and she's done with the pickle-less life. She is actually making her own pickles.
Who does that other than Great Aunts and 50s housewives?
This friend, that's who. She's got dill fever and it's not settling down until she hits perfection. I'll tell you this much, they are pretty damn good. Need a little more salt but still, I'm impressed and it's not just with the pickles. That is some serious initiative on her part.
It is almost enough to inspire me to become Mexican and just open that restaurant already.
What's your thing?
