I came home today and my roommate was making a peanut butter and chocolate milkshake. We didn't have any milk, so she was using extra ice cream. She offered me some, which I unfortunately had to refuse. I'm still recovering from a bachelorette party last weekend - the most intense part of which was the chocolate pizza - and preparing for the wedding this weekend which will have three desserts.
I said I'd have a pickle instead, and I got out the jar that my roommate had preserved on a friend's farm this summer. There was only one left, but it was huge. My roommate laughed when she saw it. Her friend had teased her when she stuffed it in the jar, saying, "Who's going to eat a pickle that big?"
ME.
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