The Rev and the Reverse Psychology Gherkin

A revered rev of my acquaintance very recently posted an impassioned treatise on the subject of the noble gherkin.

He described it at length in terms so derogatory as  to turn any undecided nibbler off the tasty little item for life.

He reckoned however, without the vast number of gherkin afficionados around his cyber table, who let it be known in no uncertain terms that, far from despising and rejecting the humble green peril, they rated them highly and in glowing terms.

So much did his unwarranted attack rile me that I instantly, well, almost instantly headed for my kitchen cupboards where I knew a very large jar was quietly lurking in a dark corner.  It was indeed very large, so much so that I couldn't open it (arthritis in my hands), until I found my trusty battery-operated jar opener and gave the treasured jar into its safe keeping.

Now even I would not claim that gherkins go with everything, but once opened, a large jar has to yield up its contents on every feasible occasion to prevent their 'going off'.'

Yesterday I had sliced gherkins with my smoked salmon on granary roll, and very nice it was too.  Today, I had egg and chips, green beans and gherkins and tomorrow I shall have a cheese and gherkin and tomato salad with granary for lunch.

If I could think of a way to add it to my breakfast cereal I would.  Or, perhaps not.

Even cats have been known to eat gherkins - see picture above.

When I eat a veggie-burger I always add as many slices of onion and gherkin as possible, (drained of course) and will happily send by return of post, a few slices to anyone asking for some.

Slice  of gherkin cake anyone?