The pickles caught my eye because they were out of place among the flashlights, watch fobs and assorted small tools on the counter of the local hardware store. “Gourmet Rickles Pickles,” the label read, “crunch’em, munch’en, lunch’em.”
“Never heard of these before,” I said to no one in particular as I rolled a jar in my hand. The sales clerk overheard me and offered that they came from the nearby town of Coralville, and I bought a jar.
It was love at first bite.