A Story In 100 Words

Anyone who’s been to the wrong side of West Virginia knows that just about anything can be pickled. The shop windows are lined with jars of pickled vegetables, pickled rattlesnakes, pickled squirrels, pickled acorns. They’ll even take candy and Twinkies and preserve them for wintertime.

My grandfather was from West Virginia and he would boast they used to eat the pickled leather of worn-through boots. I’m not sure if he was telling the truth or not, but it makes me feel fortunate that today we have the option of eating at McDonald’s. Though I can imagine pickled hamburgers are next.

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