| Consider How Pickles Consider how pickles romp and stomp, so much madder than their country cousin, the cucumber. These galloping gherkins buck and grunt, less the classic Vlassic left for storks to hawk on TV, more like wild, warty toes who happen to be green and soured out of their sweet disposition by the vinegar of their discontent. But can we blame them? Can it be all that easy being green? |