As Julius Caesar said -- or should have: Veni, vidi, pickli. I came, I saw, I pickled. Caesar was actually well-known for his pickling, having won a blue ribbon at the Rome State Fair for a jar of garlic dills. He was also acclaimed for a small gherkin, though perhaps that was only what Cleopatra told her friends after a couple of glasses of wine.
In Act I, the cucumbers from the Farmers' Market met the onions from my garden. They eyed each other warily while leaning against the wall at the dance. As time went by, they warmed to each other and the cukes proved to be regular cut-ups. The onions found that a little sugar goes a long way. The cukes weren't sure that was Kosher (salt). They called on their friend, Fresh Ginger, who -- despite her bad reputation -- was quick to pour on the vinegar and remind the awkward couple that it takes the faith of a mustard seed ... and maybe some celery seeds, too.
Act II finds the situation heating up. After being as-salted, the pair is thrown into the tank where things start to get pretty steamy. Just as the scene comes to a boil, Act II ends.
Act III opens with the gang hitting the bottle (literally). The new surroundings are tight but have a great view. But suddenly, they are back in hot water again. After a hot 10 minutes and a cooling off period, the former cucumber and onion realize that they have really changed.
To signify the metamorphosis, they rename themselves Bread & Butter and proclaim that "Brine Really Does Pay." Curtain.
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