Rummaging for a goody after dinner led to a new delicacy.
Our cupboards resembled Old Mother Hubbard, but one ruby pomegranate remained in the fruit basket. As my two little girls and I enjoyed digging for the jewel-like seeds, my husband and son decided the slightly sour bursts of crunch were not worth the effort. They began munching on pickles.
The combination of ambrosia and sour dill pickles reminds me of my family. Pink princesses flaunt and an active sleuth creates while Mom and Dad enjoy the delectable variety.
Welcome to our family's adventures with food.
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