Billie looked at me and said, “We are in a pickle.” I agreed. Then, I thought, “What is a pickle?”
Any of you who remember stepping in my parent’s backdoor during the summertime are fully aware I am quite familiar with pickles. My Daddy’s Tulsa State Fair prizewinning sweet pickles did give ...
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