Pickle. Pickle. Pickle.
The very epicentre of my gastronomic being in my undergraduate days.I speak of it as if it were over. i am still upon it.those of a sensitive gut must never try my rather extreme endeavours.
hostel food is rather tasteless and i gradually discovered that spicy food was where my heart truly lay and there is no way to procure food of my liking with my very limited self imposed budget.
Happening to chance upon another's spicy pickle one distant mealtime was what truly started my pickle paranoia.From then onwards i always have my very private pickle stash.made the mistake once of keeping my pickle in the community refrigerator only to find the contents mysteriously reducing in their content at every mealtime,perhaps other desperate folk such as i.after that the bottle never saw the light of day.there it lay on my table.table to tummy highway.no stops ladies and gentlemen!
I found that i could blend this versatile food into every meal i ate.spread on bread as a sandwich.mixed with rice coupled with rotis.why even mix em up with cup o noodles after draining out the brine they always insist on adding!?!i gobbled up the extremely spicy food eagerly until my entire oral cavity is burning as if set on fire and my nose and eyes watering.I
enjoyed it so thoroughly and my pickle bottle always holds a place close to my heart.the only peril that guarded me against overuse was the predicted adverse effects of constipation.slow down i told my yearning gut.i wouldnt want to stick a log into the turning wheels of bowel movement with my overenthusiasm:D
Another real concern of mine is that i'd land up like this senile old man in the TV sitcom "scrubs" who was only able to say "pickles" due to alzheimers. before i know it 5 to 6 decades will melt away and i'll be one of them. Oh the horrors!
all said and done at the end of the day everyone is ready to do anything to make it through the harsh hotel life.anything that lightens up your day is always truly welcome especially if its closer to the gut:)
