Oh, pickles!

This is a post about nothing much. I’d been wanting to eat at this restaurant for a while. The quest had nothing to do with the food and everything to do with that phenomenal pickle, which must be about 4′ long. Located in the heart of downtown Detroit, Eph’s serves sandwiches. Big sandwiches. The sandwiches don’t come with pickles. How weird is that?

And here is a totally unrelated picture. It’s not a great picture. But the little oak leaves were so fascinating - they resembled thick fabric more than anything else, almost felt - and their soft little round fingers were precious. I’m so over all the pointy-fingered oak leaves. And the color, I thought, was gorgeous. The caterpillar must have thought so, too.