I can't say I've ever eaten anything pickled. I think perhaps I was traumatised as a child by the jar of Branston Pickle my father brought with us as we moved from place to place. It was 17 years old by the time I left home.
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Pickle trauma is a real thing, so I understand completely. One must be ever vigilant lest one succumb to such a malady.