On the same road trip in which the Baron and I discovered T-Bone and Sallie's cinnamon lollipops, we also had to drive "across the river" (that's Southern-speak for the outer reaches of East Bumble) to pick up a corn dog for Gretl. (Only with the Baron would I ever be seen doing this.)
Being a good daddy, the Baron saw something at the checkout counter that he thought Gretl would like-- little 10 cent packets of sour stuff. So he picked up two and later, proudly presented them to her.
"What are these?" she wisely asked.
"It's a southern version of Pixie Sticks," he said.
She happily tore into them and poured some on her tongue.
"Gross!" she said. "This is salt! Daddy gave me salt!"
Hmmm. Upon closer investigation, yes, these were little packets of salt. Pickle flavored and lemon-lime. Nice going, Baron.
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