12-28-2009, 04:18 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
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...