Baki Pickle Novels & Stories

One moment, she was laughing at a funny YouTube video, and the next, she was sobbing uncontrollably because she realized we were out of pickles. I rushed to the grocery store to restock our pickles supply, fearing the wrath of a pregnant woman deprived of her precious pickles. As I returned triumphantly with a cart full of pickles, she hugged the jars to her chest, making yet another ice cream topped with pickles sundae or whatever the shit it's called.

“She said they have to be chilled------ not cold, chilled------ and they need to be snappy, not soggy.” Gustavo nods vigorously. “The pickles are from a German barrel batch, flown in last week; they're perfectly crisp.” Good. God help us all. The staff is on edge, I’ve already dispatched two security guards to raid a specialty market downtown for dragonfruit- flavored jelly beans------- Athena’s latest request when I went back to check up on her and let her know that her food was being prepared. She’s curled up in the room, moaning that her back hurts and demanding hot fudge for her “moody pickle soul.”

I pull my phone out and shoot him a text asking where he is. He reponds saying he just got back from a run, heading to the pack house now. My belly growls right then so I text back to meet me in the kitchen. Going throught the fridge I decide to make a sandwich with pickles on the side. I grab out the lettuce, tomatoes, ham, turkey, mayo, plus the jar of pickles. Opening the jar I stick a pickle in my mouth while i get out the bread and start layering stuff on it.

4/5. - Technically a pickle is not a vegetable. It's more of a condiment... - Is it made from cucumber??? » He bursts out laughing and I furrow my eyebrows. No, but what is it true? He wants me to believe it's not a vegetable? It's my favorite vegetable! << Well, if you want I can make you eat your fifth fruit or vegetable like that will give you a five out of five. - Oh really ? I ask shrugging eyebrow. Is it long, hard and-