I made a pickle sandwich.  I’m not pregnant—just throwing that one out there.  I chose pickle because it’s a little late to eat and I wanted something flavorful but not densely caloric.  This thought process reminded me of my mother-in-law.

My in-laws remarried in their late fifties.  Shortly after their second honeymoon, my mother-in-law made herself a bowl of ice cream.  Being somewhat hungry, she made the wise decision of filling up on something less caloric first.   She chose pickles, a worthy option in my opinion.

Just then, my father-in-law walked into his home and beheld his bride holding a large pickle in one hand and a bowl of ice cream in the other.  With his calm southern drawl, he grinned and asked, “Is there something you’d like to tell me?”