Who would have thought that the WalMart in heavily Hispanic Harlingen,
TX would carry Gus' pickles. I just feasted on the half-sours of my
childhood.

I feel like I should have bought as many $5 jars (I know that's a lot
for pickles)as would fit in my fridge, but I held back.

The pickles were crisp and still somewhat green, exactly the way I love
them.

My mom would make shopping forays into NYC and the Lower East Side.
Every trip would end with a gallon bottle of Gus' pickles. I remember
going to the corner with her and getting the pickles straight out of the
barrel.

I'm thinking of saving all the pickle juice and getting some unwaxed
cukes to put in the jar after I've eaten all the pickles.

I am in pickle heaven!
--
Janet Wilder
Way-the-heck-south Texas
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