The name says it all. This Pickle is THE Big Papa of them all. Aptly named the “Portly” pickle, this seven inch tall behemoth has a distinct flavor, smell and texture that sets it apart from its cousins at theme parks and carnivals.
To try and explain the sensation of eating one of these bad boys is akin to describing how electricity works to a caveman. But I will, with my limited vocabulary, attempt to paint a sensory image of the “Big Papa.”
Imagin you are holding an over wrapped tennis racquet with two hands. You’re fingers can barely wrap around the girth of the handle and there’s only enough room on the grip tape for you to get all eight digits in a row, tightly in line. With your imagination, remove the neck and head of the racquet. You are now left with just the grip tape and the plastic underneath. Now imagin, that in place of the tennis racquet grip was a greenish yellow pickle. That’s how big this guy is.
Each pickle comes in its own plastic containter filled with salty, vinegar liquid to preserve the slumbering beast. Once you tear open the bag, the aggresive aroma of peppery goodness that comes off the vegetable creeps up your nostrils and fills your sinuses.
Bitting into the “Big Papa” is like bitting into any other dill pickle. There’s not much you can do to enhance the texture of a dill pickle, unless you use gene theraphy but we won’t tread there… yet. The biggest difference is the flavor from the juice that is released when the skin is broken. The best way I can describe the flavor is, bold. The peppery taste gives it a kick of spice, but overall, this pickle is BOLD flavored. Like a dude in a clown costume came up to you and hit your taste buds upside the head with a spade. I’m talking BOLD BOLD. Like you just asked last year’s Prom Queen out on a date in middle of the quad, and it’s your first day of highschool.
I’m talking BOLD like watching the needle go into your skin when Dr. Joe is administering a booster… ok that last one wasn’t THAT bold… if you’re a trypanophobic, it’s pretty bold.
I have the pleasure of knowing a number of people who love, hate and are indifferent to pickles. One day I will feature a video of the different responses of all three to give all my loyal readers a wider range of opinions. I personally am indifferent to pickles. I prefer my pickles in a burger or a pastrami sandwitch, anything with a good amount of meat between two slices of hearty grains. For me, when I saw the “Big Papa,” I was a little intimidated. The snack lives up to its reputation as the portly pickle in size and flavor.
If you’re an avid pickel eater, you might really like it. If you’re like me and you prefer your pickles to a side and not a main, try it in a burger or a sandwitch. The “Big Papa” itself is not a bad tasting pickle, it’s just a little too… what’s that word… BOLD for my taste.
Pedro says ***
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