Two insanely amazing things happened to me when we were in Las Vegas last year.
I found out I was pregnant.
I ate my first fried pickle.
I blame/thank my dad for getting me started on the whole pickle train. He and I used to eat canned cucumber slices straight from the tin when I was a teeny little veggie, and I’ve been hooked on any kind ever since. I love the sweet-tartness of gherkins the best, but I’ll eat any pickle I can find. I was never the one to remove it from burgers, instead I would eat everyone else’s discarded goodness before they had a chance to throw them at the window or ceiling (what a waste!) or each other. I also remember once in high school my best friend and I went halves in a cheeseburger, and she very diligently also halved the lone pickle inside. Bestest friend ever!
Before I even made it to Vegas, we visited Disneyland for a day, where I found pickles in bags in among all the rest of the snack food one could purchase in the park. Just a pickle. In a bag. Ready to eat.
Veggie Dad was bordering on horrified, but I felt as though I was finally among my people.
The Pickle Fan in her natural habitat. |
If I thought that was amazing, I had no idea what was in store for me when I finally met the fried version. For an insatiable pickle fan, I was embarrassingly unaware it was even possible to fry them. And for them to taste so fricking good. While Veggie Dad played a slot machine in every casino, I gently nursed my little basket of fried goodness from one place to another. Bought from a random concession caravan at the last minute, and with a little pot of ranch dressing for dipping, I thought the pinnacle of my life had arrived. Nothing, surely, would top that moment when I first bit into a crazy-hot, crunchy-crumbed and golden fried spear into the sweet tang of soft pickle below.
Except the next day I took a pregnancy test and it was positive. The pickle was all but forgotten.
We took a bus through the desert. A bus. through the desert. And it was delayed due to a huge accident on the freeway. Desert. Height of Summer. Never Again. |
Wasn’t much cooler when we got here either. Fairly sure my shoes melted to the sidewalk. |
So funny to see the small versions of tourist attractions. |
Another highlight of the trip! I wanna be big!! |
Naomi P T says
YUM!
I love pickles, I love fried food… what a perfect way to indulge!
veggiemama says
Seriously so good! What a combination, huh?
Romina Garcia says
I am also an avid pickle fan. Cannot wait to try this recipe. I'm sure the little people will love it also.
Lorraine @ Not Quite Nigella says
What a cute pickle story! And I discovered deep fried pickles this past weekend at the Norfolk hotel. Oh my they were good! 😮
veggiemama says
I had no idea they would be so amazing! Looking back, I can't believe I didn't put two and two together earlier…
Red Nomad Oz says
Ha! Is there a connection between the pickle/pregnancy events?
Jennifer Lam says
I'm literally salivating at the concept of deep fried pickles now! How is it that I didn't know they could be eaten deep-fried!
Christie-Childhood 101 says
I love pickles but fried, I am honestly not convinced 🙂
We had a blast in Vegas, there is no other city like it!
ANB says
I love pickles but had never contemplated them fried. Now I am tempted!
Veggie Mama says
Oh man, seriously… AMAZING.