A virtue of my dilettante memory,
Branston Pickle is the one that most pleased my tooth,
Though, strictly speaking, not for its flavor only.
Because of its rarity, Branston always came
With moments to be treasured forever,
Family trips to Yorkshire or along the Thames.
Dearly loved ones together, laughing, happy and clever.
Pickle is a symbol, or a key one could say,
Of happiness past, living forward to greet a new day.
2 comments:
Don't you get it in the US? I'm going to have to start a business supplying such delicacies I can tell. Gives a cheddar sandwich a nice kick.
You can get it at certain specialty stores or order it on the web, but back when I was growing up those weren't options. It was a cruel world. ;)
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