The cucumber is bitter? Then throw it out. There are brambles in the path? Then go around them. That's all you need to know. Nothing more. Don't demand to know "why such things exist." Anyone who understands the world will laugh at you, just as a carpenter would if you seemed shocked at finding sawdust in his workshop, or a shoemaker at scraps of leather left over from work.
Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and ay, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into the world?'
I have either a cucumber martini, gin martini, or a vodka martini. That's it. Simple.
For lunch, it's usually a salad with sunflower seeds, cucumbers, celery, and a lot of vegetables.
I think pickles are cucumbers that sold out.
I like a pickled cucumber. A regular cucumber I'm not so interested in.
I did a salad, but I didn't do a garden.
It's funny how cucumber water can taste so much better than pickle juice, even though they come from the same source.
I don't believe in storks. I know they don't deliver babies; they deliver pickles.
I do a devilish borscht, and I'm very good at pickles. I used to make jars and jars of sweet-and-sour pickled cucumbers.
Life is like a cucumber. One minute it's in your hand, the next it's up you ass.
The cucumber is bitter? Then throw it out. There are brambles in the path? Then go around. That's all you need to know.
Divide by cucumber error. Please reinstall universe and reboot.
Cucumber should be well sliced, dressed with pepper and vinegar, and then thrown out.
Botanically speaking, tomatoes are the fruit of a vine, just as are cucumbers, squashes, beans and peas.
Turns out, there's not a lot of information about pickles on the Internet.
