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the gherkin inspector
Hamburger bed from a 1972 edition of Esquire Magazine.
The feeks met face to face today Jimert was yelling but I think it went well :-P
i wanted your pickle but fine
One time my friend Lia went to go snack on a pickle before dinner. I’m not sure what’s normal obviously, especially regarding pickles, but in Lia’s household they came out at dinner time and the jar was set on the table to be enjoyed as a side dish.
So Lia’s illicit trip to the pickle jar was made somewhat sneakily while both parents were occupied. What she drew forth some kind of little freak pickle because the inside was very soft. So soft, in fact, that Lia suctioned the inner flesh right out without doing more than nibbling one end open.
What was left was a pickle imposter. An outer skin with all the semblance of a pickle whose inner flesh had been sucked as dry as Dracula’s latest victim. Then Lia decided to commit to the bit. She put the emptied ersatz pickle back in the jar.
Then she waited.
It took two nights for her father’s fingers to lay claim to the prank pickle. Unsuspecting he reached into the jar and chose the booby trap, not noticing the nibbled end. He bit into the pickle and was astonished to find it empty.
The whole family was flabbergasted by the empty pickle, inspecting all the rest for a similar defect, but no, the jar had just that one hollow pickle. Lia sat through dinner straight faced and stoic, bottling up her hilarity as her family speculated wildly about the event.
The hollow pickle became part of her family’s lore and was brought up intermittently over the years. Lia never told them it had been her. Instead each time the topic came up she had a private internal laugh and the mystery remained unsolved.
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Nightcloud and Crowfeather (pickle also everyone say hi to pickel)