I have weird things about me (and no friends, this isn't an invitation to bring these things to my attention). I have a fetish with finishing things; pens, bottles of soap, toothpaste, chap-stick, etc. It brings my heart joy to complete something and open a new bottle. I place bets with myself to see how long the last little bit in the bottle will last. I said it, I'm weird.
I also hate homemade sandwiches. My friend Andrea and I were having this discussion last night. I can go to a restaurant or someone can make me a sandwich and I think it is the best thing to hit my mouth. However, when I set out two pieces of bread and slap some meat on there, I want to cry because I know it will be terrible.
Another not so strange thing, I love pickles at restaurants. I like pickles at home, but I LOVE them when I go out to eat. Those sweet little tea rooms with their fancy sandwiches and pickle spears make my heart dance. Just two weekends ago, my friends and I were at a local tea room and Andrea and I mushed about the pickles. We expressed wanting to get a to go bag filled with pickles or receive a pickle instead of a homemade mint at the end of our meal. Since our lunch date, I have longed for that pickle.
Today I hit up the grocery store. Another weird fact, I time myself at the store. You know before going in I try to race the clock. Today I made it to the grocery store, shopped, and back home in 35 minutes. Be impressed folks, be impressed. We are having hamburgers tonight and what goes better with a grilled hamburger than a crunchy, tart, pickle spear? I picked up the generic choice with the bird on the jar (whatever brand that is). I wasn't satisfied though. I wanted that tea room pickle.
I wandered over to the cheese section and there it was... I just knew from the coloring and the fact that they had to be in the refrigerated section my search for the perfect pickle had come to an end. So, after Bible study this morning I had the most delectable meal.