A co-worker just stopped me in the hall and told me that, after hearing my ridiculous pickle pop story, she went out and bought some pickle pops for her husband for father’s day.
See, companies out there? It is always a good idea to send samples to bloggers!
It just goes to show you, there’s no such thing as bad publicity.
In case you are keeping track at home, I still had one Pickle Pop left after our previous trials. Well, Evie’s birthday party seemed like a good time to break it out. I meant to blog this a long time ago when it was fresh in my mind, but I will try to do my best to remember everyone’s reactions.
A brave soul goes first
Even though he doesn’t like pickles, we convinced Nathan give it a try. I will let his reaction shot speak for itself:
Not so much
After the ice was broken, everybody wanted to try.
Dabu votes no
I can’t remember for sure, but I don’t think Chris liked it.
Chris gives it a try
A new hope
Maybe it is more of a kid thing
On to the next sucker
If I remember correctly, Tom thought they were alright. I for sure remember him requesting Sauerkraut Pops, but I told him they probably already had enough trouble selling Pickle Pops. Sharon didn’t want to try them but she did anyway.
Well, obviously with a predisposition to dislike, the outcome was obvious. That brought us to the last, but not least, test subject. My dad LOVED them! He would have eaten a whole box if it was available. He even slurped up the extra melted juice at the bottom.
Finally, success!
So, although it took a while to find the right person, in the end we did find a person just crazy enough to like the Pickle Pops after all!
If you’ve been following the whole pickle pop saga, then you know that David Millar from Bob’s Pickle Pops saw my entry and interest in pickle pops and was kind enough to send me some free samples. After you hear about something like frozen pickle pops, you just have to give something like that a try. Plus, I originally dissed them without giving them a fair shake.
So, without further ado…
Pickle pops, old and new
They were actually different and tasted different too. I thought the new version tasted better, although its appearance was more startling because it has little pickle speckles all through it.
My first reaction
Sara takes a taste (don't forget, she hates pickles!)
Allie's turn:
Dan's (admittedly fake) reaction
After trying the pickle pops, we all agreed that, well, “They taste pretty much how you expect them to taste.” As I said before, I really love pickles and I have to say I was not really a fan of the pickle pops. They didn’t taste bad exactly…I don’t know how to describe it. It’s like when you’re eating a frozen treat your mouth expects a certain thing and a salty pickle is not that thing. Unfortunately, thumbs down from all 4 of us.
But the experiment was not over. Mr. Millar also mentioned making a “picklerita”. I searched online but didn’t find any recipes, so we had to make our own. I tried with just tequila, but it was improved with more tequila and some triple sec.
(Yes we are making these on the treadmill in the basement so as not to wake the baby)
Taste test
I have to say, after tasting the pop itself, I did not have high hopes for the picklerita. It actually wasn’t as bad as I was anticipating! Even still, if you have to have a margarita, for my money you are better off with the regular old kind, rather than a picklerita. Although, of course, it did have a certain novelty factor.
But, as you can see, I drank it all:
So, in conclusion, I’ll have to take a pass on any future pickle pops, unless maybe if I get cancer. But thank you to David Millar and Bob’s Pickle Pops for at least giving me the chance to find out!
So, in case you missed all the unintentional humor on the previous post, I will now spell it out in excruciating detail. So I had two unrelated topics to talk about, Pickle Pops and the fact that if I were a disease, I would be Rickets. Naturally, I made a nice title that tied the two together, and perhaps a long the way might have implied that Pickle Pops may be linked to a certain horrible disease. Now you’d think I would have learned my lesson with the last brush with the magic that is Google Alerts, but apparently not. I certainly never expected someone from the company to find my blog.
Let me set the scene for you. It’s Monday morning, a man comes into work all bright eyed and bushy tailed. He sits down at his computer. “Aw great!” he says. “Another blog talking about this awesome product we’re selling! We’re really starting to take off!” He then looks at the title of the post mentioning his product. “Do Pickle Pops cause Rickets?” His smile slowly fades off his face as he blindly gropes for his antacids with one hand and his lawyer’s phone number with the other.
I mean, I don’t know if that’s how it happened or not, but just the thought caused several fits of hysterical laughter throughout the day. Oh man, even now I’m laughing! Too funny. I changed the title of the post even though he was a good sport about it. I mean, even without the title, I didn’t exactly give a glowing review there. I mean, I can’t conclusively say Pickle Pops do NOT cause Rickets, can I?
Along those lines, I decided to go on over to Bob’s Pickle Pops and order a case to give them a fair shake. I mean, I shouldn’t really dis them without a fair trial. And I love pickles, I’ve been known to eat a jar in a sitting, so if I’m not their target audience, who is? However, before you get excited, I have to say I will not be putting my money were my mouth is after all. Sara convinced me not to buy them as even the thought of them sends shivers down her spine. Unlike me, Sara hates pickles. How much does she hate pickles? Well, legend has it that when Sara was little her parents asked her what she should name her little sister when she was born. Sara, having no desire for a sibling, said “Pickle” on account of how much she hated pickles. So anyway, no pickle pops will be coming my way (despite their reasonable price). So if anybody has tried them, please let me know as my curiosity has now been greatly peaked. And, at the same time, if I could manage to get my hands on some Synsepalum dulcificum…
Finally, in completely unrelated news, we have not had any updates on a subject near and dear to my heart; Pirates! Well, just because I haven’t been talking about them doesn’t mean they haven’t been busy. 4 tourists taken hostage, although what they were doing in pirate waters in their yacht to begin with is beyond me. They are just lucky they were taking hostage and not forced to walk the plank immediately!
Okay, I like pickles. I would go so far as to say I *love* pickles. But nonetheless, they seem disgusting to me in frozen form and I’m not sure how I feel about them being in kids lunches. Call me old fashioned, but why not just give them a regular old pickle? But I definitely think getting away from the name “Pickle Sickle” was a good move.
That link was courtesy of InteractiveReader, and speaking of which, this quiz is courtesy of her boyfriend, whom I am currently blogstalking. You know, to make sure he’s right for her and stuff. It’s practically a duty. I’m sure she would ask me to do it herself, but that would be impolite.
Which Horrible Affliction are you?
A Rum and Monkey disease.
I feel pretty good about Rickets. It feels kind of old world and dignified, as diseases go. Any disease with the tagline “Hear your bones go boing” can’t really be all that bad. Plus, since it is almost wiped out in the 1st world, it sort of has a nostalgia factor.
Today marks the first day that anybody pulled over to tell us how adorable Evie is. We were walking back from the garden and they just stopped their car in the street to tell us. So perhaps I am not just being a proud pappa in thinking she is indeed adorable!
Shane Halbach 