Have You Ever Actually Eaten a Pickled Pepper? And Do They Just Grow on the Bush in a Pickled State?

Is that the peck of pickled peppers
that Peter Piper picked?

So, I've never been very good at sayings. I'm not saying that I don't actually SAY a lot, because I do, and frankly, most of the things I say are quite interesting and informative.

Note: I'm just saying.

Consequently, I am never really sure if a bird in the hand is worth beating around the bush.

I am speaking of a genetic anomaly, really. Mom used to say some really strange things, but that could have just been the seven kids taking a sad toll, yes. Nonetheless, the charming tendency to botch sayings seems to have been passed to a new generation. My offspring.

I am talking to The Daughter who is traveling in a foreign country, New Mexico, and reflecting upon the adventure.

We chat and she advises me that she just returned from dinner with a colleague who wished merely to pick her ear about work stuff.

I marvel.

Pick her ear? Pick her ear?

There are many body parts to pick, most of them unattractive yes. And some body parts are more entertaining than others, oh yes. I assume that colleagues are more likely to pick another's brain than another's ear, but I also suppose picking another's ear beats picking another's nose or ample behind, if you know what I mean and I think you do.


And feel free to pick a peck of pickled peppers, but please wash your hands first. Who knows where those hands have been.

Heck, yes!