Hubby in a Pickle

{Big sigh} My husband can still surprise me... We were unloading some vegetables I'd brought home from the farm garden, and at the bottom of the bag were a few small cucumbers. He picks them up and looks them over and says:

Hubby:"What are these? Pickles?"
Me:"Pickles?"
Hubby:"Well, pickles... that's what they look like"
Me:"Honey, do you know what pickles are made from?
Long pause as he looks at me and I can tell his wheels are turning...
Hubby:"Well I know they still have to be pickled, but these are pickles, right?"
Now I realize that he's not joking...
Me: "Yeah, we grow pickles. I have a few in our garden, too. They are right next to the raisin bush."

Later that afternoon I sent him to the grocery store with a VERY specific list. (I even put it in store order) One of the items listed was Pickles - Claussen's Kosher Dill Sandwich Slices. As we are unloading the groceries, he pulls out the generic brand pickles, saying that he couldn't find the Claussen's. I make "yick" face and tell him that he can eat those, because I'm not.

Hubby: "A pickle is a pickle, these are fine."

I pull out what we have left of the Claussen's. He tries the generic and I can tell he's resisting making a "yick" face. Then he tries the Claussen.

Hubby: "Ok, you're right. There is a difference."
Me: "Of course there is. It's the only kind of pickle I'll grow in my garden..."