Emmy's grandmother makes amazing crock pickles so in late summer/fall you can walk into their house and guarantee that there is a full crock of pickles sitting there. They are the best pickles i have ever had. Same thing a couple of months ago, i walked into their house and there was that crock full of freshly started pickles. I grabbed one and sat there and Emmy came running over, she had tried a pickles before her diagnosis but Mayo had us limit alot of her foods at the time of diagnosis and i never thought twice about pickles, until that day. Emmy didnt have a "special" treat she could have other than her ice cubes (which she still loves to this day) Well that day i figured i would re-trial them with her, thank goodness i did because that is her absolute favorite "treat" these days.
There have been a couple of times when we've ran out of pickles and have gone to town just for them, it's a total melt down if we don't. She knows right where they are in the store and will go open the cooler door until i grab them out. She gets so excited over them and will always ask "PICKLE Puh-LEEZE" while signing. I know people probably think i'm nuts but i have sat down on the grocery store floor with her numerous times, opened that pickle jar and giver her one right there. I hate the looks some people give us but to be honest i don't really care what they think any more. If something so little in life can make her day then by all means i will do whatever i have to to make it....... It's the little things in life that matter the most........
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