Pickles are actually kind of a big part of the story of Husbando and I. On our very first date, at what was then Patricia's, we broke the ice over an order of fried pickles.  Our shared love of the appetizer helped get our conversation going more smoothly, and well, here we are.  Annoying each other with odd noises and terrible smells till death do us part.

A recurring debate in our household centers around pickles.  I love me some dill pickles. Husbando is okay with them, but if he has a choice, he's going sweet pickle all the way.  Or even KOOL AID Pickle, if you can believe that.  He's not from the south! Where did he get this weird taste from? Anyway, I am team dill pickle and I cannot stand sweet pickles. I don't know what it is, but I can't with those things.  I don't want relish on my hot dog, I don't want a little sweet pickle on a toothpick on my sandwich, and I don't want to mistake them for baby gherkins at the snack table.

But, I concede that he might want said pickles, and keep a bottle of sweet relish in the fridge.  However, that doesn't stop the debate.  I say dill pickles are the best and sweet pickles are the worst.  He says sweet pickles are the best.

I guess what I'm getting at is, what do you think? Surely you guys have some opinion on this matter.  Are you dill or are you sweet? Or, are you somehow both?!

Picklingly yours,
Behka