Oh pickle, oh pickle.
You have been fermented in bitter sweet sour juices.
You have been brewed to perfection.
Transformed by the activity of bacterial and fungal life.
Trough the sacred mysterious art of alchemy, gifted by the gods, approved by the spirits, and practiced troughout the ages by my ancestors.
I now taste you with gratitude and delight.
May those who come after me also enjoy the splendid taste of fermented foods and drinks.
This poem was written after I was abducted by the