This afternoon, we attended a graduation open house. It was a chance to see old friends, enjoy life, and savor tasty food. Best of all, however, was the food surprise.

As I traveled down the table filled with yummy foods, my eager plate stood ready to hold treats. Then I saw them…

…pickles! Delicious, sweet, and crunchy pickles. Pickles just like my Grandma Franck used to make.

Pickles that reminded me of her. Pickles that once generated cries of “Grandma’s pickles!,” from my college roommates, when I would return with a jar from a weekend at home.

Sweet delicious pickles that reminded me of someone so dear. Sweet delicious pickles delivering memories along with their signature crunch.