They also make for a fabulous girl repellent. One moment he was munching on his favorite new pickle, the next he was chasing a girl around the park, yelling "Pickle Attack". It seemed that he was threatening her with its wet, smelly nature.
The girl's mom, J., turned to me and said something to the effect of.." You see what happens when your child isn't allowed to play with guns." (She failed to note that Izzy was not exactly brandishing his pickle as weaponry, nor holding it in a gun like fashion). And then she mused.."What would Freud say about this? Boy chases girl with pickle."
No matter what Freud or anyone else might say, I know I'd rather see my child brandish a pickle over a gun any day.
Izzy Eats: The art of raising a gourmand, one bite at a time
Stirring tales of eating, cooking and foraging in my never-ending quest to provide, great-tasting (local and organic whenever possible) EATS for me and my boy(s).