"NO!!! What are you doing?!"
I exclaimed in complete disbelief
as Lydia's dirty little hand started going down into the pickle jar.
By this time, Eric was rolling over laughing.
I ignored him and continued,
"Not at MY table!"
I still remember the first time someone stuck their hand in,
grabbed out a pickle and offered it to me.
I wondered if they had washed their hands.
Is this typical Ukrainian?
No. I don't think I could say that, but it is very common in the village where we live.
Something that I have not really gotten use to.
I still rush for a fork before someone sticks their hand in the pickle jar or other canned goods,
making everyone smile.
I think I will forever be amusing to them because I am a...