I am one hot, sweaty bitch today. No, I haven't just ended a passionate, day-long, love-making session (yeah right). No, no - my fucking work A/C was broken when I got here this morning. The guys didn't get out here to fix it until about 3:30 this afternoon. The temperature is slowly creeping its way back to an acceptable level.
And I realized that there is something worse than working a desk job for the state. Working a desk job for the state in the Florida summer with NO MOTHERFUCKING A/C.
I know, I know. I am a total wuss about these things. I wouldn't have survived 300 years ago. Of course, I am legally blind without my glasses, so that would have probably ruled out any successful hunting/gathering efforts I had in me.
Sigh, such is life.
Today I have pickles on the brain following the post of my dear Ms. Moon. I have always been a huge pickle fan for as long as I can remember. Just the dills! I can't get down on the sweet ones or even the 'bread and butter' variety. No, just the sour and salty. And really, in my book, the sourer (more sour?) and the saltier, the better.
I remember the first time I realized that I had an 'unnatural' love for dill pickles. I was about 5 or 6 and had just gotten over a bout of the dreaded stomach flu. I was still in that moderately pukey stage were not all foods were acceptable to me. The only thing I wanted to eat? You guessed it, pickles. They were the only thing that I could tolerate in that state.
I recall a couple of my mother's friends coming over and upon viewing me downing the delicious dills, expressed their shock at this. "You must be feeling a WHOLE lot better to be eating those already!", one said. I shrugged. It seemed perfectly understandable to me.
I still feel this way about pickles, to be honest. After a meal when I have just eaten to capacity and everything sounds yak-worthy, a pickle still sounds good. Almost stomach settling.
Maybe it's the vinegar? The salt? I just do not know.
Oh, and another oddity of mine is that I detest, and I mean DETEST that cousin of the pickle, the olive. Well, maybe they aren't cousins in the technical sense, but they are both pickled, right? Olives (yes, black and green) make me want to vomit and pickles apparently have the exact opposite reaction.
I think this is most odd. If anyone know what's up with this let me know. Also, do you have an unnatural love/hate for a certain food item? Let me know! I don't wanna be the lone freak on the bloggy-block!!