A safari to (re)discover Strasbourg
Enjoying Life in the Ozarks
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This is a bicycling journal.
Notes on Seeing, Reading & Writing, Living & Loving in The North
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Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
The Motorhome Adventures of Joan and Stephen
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Reviews, talk, and fun
The random musings of a fairly active Tennessee retiree
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TRYING TO DO THIS WITHOUT A DEGREE!
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Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
Showcases Portraiture, Scenic & Nature Photography and Feaures a Photo Journal Blog
3 Responses to “In a Pickle”
Sounds smelly! But probably pretty good. (We had a family favorite at a friend's house this weekend which can be equally smelly – pickled herring and creamed herring!)
Soooooooo…does he plan on eating those suckers? Ewwwww! lol
Don't think we've ever eaten those before. But you know what I might have done way back when? When I was young living in England, the area we grew up in had all kinds of things like that. My Mom used to cook such things all the time, and I'd eat them until I was old enough to find out what they were – lol.