12-28-2009, 05:18 PM
Fried. Dill. PICKLES.
When my three cousins (along with the boyfriend of the oldest cousin), aunt, took me and my bro up to Robinson on Saturday *which is why I wasn't even on, sorry!*, we took a break from shopping and went to a local Permanti Brothers restaurant. Now, I've never even been to a Permanti Bros' so I wasn't sure what to expect on their menu. We were all sitting at the table, reading the menus and picking what we wanted to order.
My cousin Jess said, "You want some fried pickles?"
For the past two YEARS I've been wanting so much to try out some fried pickles ever since I saw them on a cooking show. Now, the ones I saw were just the little dill slices. These things were the sliced spears!
And WOWWWW they were good. o__o
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?