tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692445833136814735.post7165900617448558124..comments2024-03-18T06:32:48.415-04:00Comments on Cave Cibum: Fiddle Me ThisPamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08542154587082063628noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692445833136814735.post-83767693379270940512007-05-31T19:36:00.000-04:002007-05-31T19:36:00.000-04:00See, I can totally understand liking them if they ...See, I can totally understand liking them if they were part of your childhood. I used to put pretzels on my pizza, and even thinking about it now brings me back to the good ol' days.Pamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08542154587082063628noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2692445833136814735.post-27270181168836770992007-05-30T09:04:00.000-04:002007-05-30T09:04:00.000-04:00These grow near the pond at my grandmother's house...These grow near the pond at my grandmother's house, and as a kid I would pick them and we'd have them for dinner. When I told these wild stories to people in South Jersey when I moved there in the 5th grade, they looked at me like I was nuts, and turned up the Bon Jovi. <BR/><BR/>I dig fiddleheads because they are a tasty green part of my childhood, and they are kind of weird.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com