#hide the pickle

[masterbynight]

Hi Daddy!

Oh I am so heartbroken that the sweet Sword Maiden quest had to come to an end. I was enjoying watching her search for that special chair so so much!!

Daddy, I have a quest of my own. You see, I love pickles. I don't mean a casual like. I LOVE THEM!! People in my country have this compulsion, that whenever we see a small cucumber. We just want to put it in a jar. I can't help it. The time has come for me to start making my secret pickle stash. And this year, I will perfect my pickling skills.

I hope one day I can make a special jar just for you! Unless you don't like pickles, then I can only ramble about the process.

Actually I just wanted to say that I love you very much. Enough to share my favourite food! And I wish I could curl up next to you on a sofa and take a nap! Or maybe use my hands to make you feel good! That would be a nice skill to perfect, too ^^

Wishing you a nice day!

- 🦖★

I was sad to see Sword Maiden have to step away too. But her well being comes first. It always has. She's finding herself right now and that will make her better in the long run, even if it's hard. I hope she returns. I hope that even if she doesn't that she is happy. She is deeply loved and deeply missed. She also deserves her time to heal.

I'm also answering this out of order. I know you've sent other asks, but this was important to get to. You have a fan, dino. A certain Good Girl asked me about you and I promised I wouldn't say who. But she thinks you're so sweet and she really enjoyed your posts on the way to the bottom. I think you'd make very good friends and she seemed quite fond of the thought of me bringing you home. So I'm planting that thought in your head and you can water it when you're ready. I know you have quite the green thumb.

And I LOVE pickles too. I've always wanted to make my own, but I've never tried. You'll have to teach me sometime. Pickles actually help my health a lot. The vinegar slows the digestion of starches, so eating a pickle before a meal keeps my blood sugar even. Pickles are part of the reason I don't need fast-acting insulin anymore. They really are miraculous.

We have a pickle ornament too. During the winter holidays, we hide it in the tree. There's a pickle gift for anyone cunning enough to find it. It's supposed to be a challenge for children, but there aren't any yet so we get to have our fun. Maybe one winter, I'll get to hide a different pickle in you, little dino. You might not be so cunning when I'm done though.

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[loveislattes]

Hey. I think this is the tradition that @markiplier was talking about in his Eggnog ice bath challenge!

[softheartedsadist]

A Most Peculiar Phone Call

Just kidding... this also falls under ‘Family Hijinks’

But it did start with a peculiar phone call....  My cell started ringing, and it was somewhat odd because it was my sister’s number, and I knew she was downstairs.... I mean... as an alternative to shouting up the stairs or coming up to talk, it’s not like this never happens.

So I answered

And she was like ‘hey... wanna do some sister bonding by coming down and drinking tea in the moonlight with me without saying anything?  I feel like that would suit your aesthetic, and that’s what I’m feeling.”

And I replied, “sure, do you have the tea already made, or do you want me to do that thing where I come down and give you a soulful expression, silently asking ‘what kind of tea do you want’ and you reply with another soulful expression that means ‘whatever you’re drinking’?”

“I haven’t yet made the tea, but we’ll figure it out.”

“I’ll be down in a moment.”

So I put on my dressing gown and I found Pride and Prejudice and I lit my chamberstick... and I went down, turning off all the lights as I went.

We used simple vague gestures and head-shakes and nods to communicate as we tip-toed around in the near dark.  And we read while the water boiled, and we read while the tea steeped, and we read as we started drinking the tea.  Then I started feeling peckish, so I got across to her that I was going to make toast, she informed me that she would like a piece as well.  So I made toast and we started eating it with our remaining tea.

And then our little brother came down, ruining our calm comfortable silence by walking like an elephant and talking.  Everything he said was met with amused smiles and a finger over the lips as we tried to reestablish the peace, until finally... “okay, I’ll join this weird cult” and so he also accepted the silence.

We shared our tea and toast with him.  I tried to teach him the ASL sign for tea, but he didn’t understand.

When the tea and toast was gone, we moved to the front room to bask in the atmosphere of our Christmas tree.

I pantomimed a memory from Christmas past, explaining how I was reading under the tree with a chamberstick, and got so distracted by my book that I only jerked out of it when I’d accidentally leaned too far forward and caught my hair on fire.

My sister smiled, telling me with the sign I’d used that she remembered, and that she also remembered how bad the smell of the burnt hair was.

Then I decided to start a family tradition.  I pulled our pickle ornament off the tree and gave it to my sister and informed her that she should hide it.  Then I herded our little brother out until she’d snapped her fingers to signal that she was done.

We played a few rounds of ‘hide-the-pickle’, using finger distances to display how close someone was if they needed a hint....

And then we heard mom coming down.

We all hid, naturally, but little bro is, as pre-established... not the quietest of people especially when he’s frazzled, so he gave us away.

“What are you doing?”  Mom asked, in an annoyed groggy way.

And so little bro told her seriously in a laughing stage whisper that we were performing the tradition of ‘the Silent Night’, during which no one was allowed to speak and the only lighting allowed were string lights or candle light.

Mom was bemused, but still half asleep, so she went back upstairs to bed rather readily... under the assumption I’m sure... that this is an actual tradition that we’d performed yearly for some time that she just didn’t know about... but that it was fine because.. at least we were entertaining ourselves and were quiet while doing it.

The hide-the-pickle game continued until by unanimous decree we decided it was the last round.

As the pickle hider, I decided to make the last round memorable by not hiding the pickle on the tree as you’re supposed to do, but instead hanging it next to the mistletoe on the chandelier.  It took my siblings a while to realize how my distance cues should be interpreted, but by the time everyone knew where the pickle was we were all laughing uncontrollably.

“You’re under the mistletoe” I pointed out, “so you have to kiss.”

Little bro demonstrated he is not a very good kisser, even for a satyrical kiss.

So I shook my head and came over and said “no!  This is how you do it!”  And so I did the whole leading-twist thing to dip my sister and pecked her on... well... honestly I’m not sure where it landed, I was too busy making sure I wasn’t going to drop her while also not stressing her bad knee with the way I had dipped her....

Then little bro wanted a turn... he doesn’t know how to be dipped either.

But we were all laughing and talking at normal volume again, so we declared ‘the Silent Night’ to be over.

[mattyshaming-blog]

SNORTS.

[omawarisan]

Christmas Tradition: Hide The Pickle

Christmas Tradition: Hide The Pickle

Sometimes I think I know everything. When it is obvious that I don’t, I pretend that I do. Today I’m going to tell you about something I learned only recently .

Whenever I’ve heard the phrase “hide the pickle” I thought it referred to something people who like each other a lot do. Dinner & a movie and a bottle of wine on a weekend night have led to a round of hide the pickle for a lot of us. But…

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