My mother, God rest her, used to save up pickle juice to baste fish in – a particularly horrible tip she got from her Weight Watchers sponsor in the 1970’s. Now I’m not talking about the kind of pickled fish you find in a jar like that on the right. I’m talking about regular old Vlasic or Heinz cucumber pickle juice. The stuff that’s left over with all the floaty bits, when you’ve eaten all the pickles.
Throw it away? Mom would rather have bitten off her own hand than to throw “good food” away, so even old, clapped-out pickle juice got used up – to Dad’s and my chagrin. For Mom, that was being a good steward of the environment, being frugal (which was next to Godliness in her book), allowing her to be creative and seasoning a hated food item “interestingly”.
Interesting was one word for it. Once she actually put the whole sodden mess up in lime jello. That was one of the worst nights of my life. Dad rescued me with a McCheeseburger (hey, I was seven, ok?) and knowing Dad, probably fries and a rootbeer. We were great drinkers of Frosty Rootbeer in my household. Can’t get more white bread vanilla than that.
Because Mom was the only one doing the cooking, PickleFish unaccountably became a Friday night standard with the cheery quip: (you know you’ve heard this before folks)
“You don’t have to LIKE it, you just have to EAT it!”
Just as unaccountably, Dad instituted the “alternate Friday pizza night” tradition.
We can all thank God that Mom didn’t meet Picklepop Bob before she passed into the great mystery. Or we’d have had the horrors of PickleSickles to deal with as well.
This is apparently…for real. Pucker now or forever after hold your peace. Click to check it out:

Now say: “Pickle pop packing plant prime pickle puree!” eighteen times real fast. The most worrying aspect of this is that they’re pushing it as an alternative to soda in elementary schools. Is there enough psychotherapy in the world to undo the damage this item will inflict? Worried experts are unsure…
Yes, as Mom used to say, “there’s all kinds of people in this world honey, and half of ‘em are as crazy as loons.” This, from the woman who innovated on PickleFish, which never should have been invented in the first place.
Dad rolls his eyes and makes the index-finger-twirling universal glyph for “fruitloop”.
Don’t even start telling me about your Grandma Yetta’s lutefisk or hakarl.
Picklefish was worse.