josh is 19

Of course, regular readers of this blog know that it is usually about strange foods or combinations.

Which brings me to Josh. Josh is not my son--not really--but in my heart, he is. He eats pickle chips. He taught me the most amazing recipe involving pickles, bacon and cream cheese. He drinks pickle juice. He will eat anything--especially if pickles are involved or someone else buys. I love the way the guy eats. More than anyone else I've ever known, he reminds me of myself at his age. I'm pretty sure he'll be just fine.

Speaking of his age, yesterday it became 19. He has not become a man because of his age. He has become a man because of his character.

Happy Birthday, son.