I’m just saving the pickles baby

The history goes as such. I, admittedly am not the absolute world’s greatest house keeper. I am world’s better than I was when Danny and I first met, and I’m also a better cook, and I spend a great deal of time in the kitchen now. Danny is kind of a fusser. He will kind of follow behind, and pick things up, or do the dishes or whatever. Now I’m not crazy, I do appreciate the help around the house, as I know it’s rare to have a husband so willing, but it can be a little annoying. I will have a rhythm all going in the kitchen, and here comes Danny the fusser putting things away that I wasn’t done with, or most recently throwing away and washing out measuring cup that had melted butter in it, because to him it just looked dirty. I was literally seconds away from mixing it with bread crumbs. Oy! All I can do is laugh and throw up my hands!

So Danny tells me this little story about a time he and his family went out west to visit his Uncle Dan.

Danny is about 7 years old, and they’ve gone on an all day camping trip near a cool stream. It’s a very popular place, and so there are a lot of other hikers there. At some point, Danny’s family stops for lunch, and someone put a jar of pickles into the stream….Danny, the watchful eye that he is, notices that the pickles have begun to float downstream, and he leapt up, grabbed the pickles and pulled them to safety. This was such a victory for young Danny, and he was cheered by his family!!! Imagine, 7 years old and saving the pickles, basically saving the day. Further on down the stream, and Danny started noticing that people had left their beer in the stream! At 7, Danny was already well aware of the importance of a drink, so he would, like he had with the pickles, jump right down and save that beer! Only to be told by the adults that people had it there on purpose, wanted their beer to be cold, and most importantly, that it wasn’t their beer.

I laughed and laughed when he told me the story.  Danny said “So, if I’m trying to be helpful and I’m totally not being helpful, just remember I’m just saving the pickles, baby”  And now, if Danny moves or messes with my stuff…I’ll just remember the pickles, and what was probably a very helpful, very proud Danny Doyle.

Pictured below, Danny’s family from…???  Some year between 84 and 86 I’d imagine


About Midge

Stay at home mom/goddess, with a part time job as an events planner/fundraiser/outreach educator/whateverthehellmydepartmentwantsmetodo at BOCES Youth Development Department! I love my kids, I love to cook, I love to use social media, I love to drink, I love to eat, I would love to be a knitter, I need to read more, and I LOVE to work out!
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