I have had conversations with Cam and
Mala about how there are certain foods that we ate as children that
we wouldn't touch as adults. Mostly because we are far more concerned
with things like bacteria and germs that we were back then. The foods
that I think of immediately are pickled. Pickled eggs, pickled pig
feet, and just plain big ass pickles in a jar.
The least bad ones of these are the
plain pickles. They were about the size of your young arm and could
be grabbed right out of the jar. No gloves, no tongs, just your nasty
ass playground hands reaching into a jar that hundreds of others had.
And you didn't get this from the supermarket. Oh, no no no. You went
to the liquor store (Webb's on Central east side represent) and got
these. I doubt the juice in the jar was ever changed but we didn't
care. It was good. Just get some Kool Aid or if you were a broke ass
you got your hands on some Flavor Aid. That shit was the devil. You'd
add an entire bag of sugar to end up with some colored sugar water
which is also what its called when I sweat.
