Charlie smiled as she took the notepad from Alexandrea and then wrapped her hand around the beer stein and nodded to the bar tender with a smirk. Then she nodded to what Alex had told her and looked at all the different things that she was told to try. She set the note pad down, took the pen and then picked at one of the other jars. The pickled cucumbers would be interesting, with enough time they would be well... pickles... but she opened the jar and took a whiff of the brine before she pulled out one of them and lifted it to her mouth. She took a bite and smiled at the taste, then as she chewed she made notes on the note pad, glancing over at Alex as she let the people playing that they would be next.
Then she lifted her beer and took a sip, letting it cleanse her pallet so that the next thing she tired would be just itself instead of whatever she ate before. It reminded her of eating sushi, how pickled ginger would be the pallet cleanser between the different kinds of rolls and such. The thought had her glancing down the line to see if ginger was one of the things she would be trying, but didn't see it. So instead, she placed the top back on the jar and move on to the next jar while waiting for Alex to return. Again she took a smell of the brine, as if she were tasting a fine wine instead before she fished out one of the picked eggs.
This would be one of the weirdest things that she had ever tasted. She had tasted some weird things back in Maine but pickled eggs, this would be new. The idea was both scary and exciting at the same time. Charlie sniffed the egg once more, the scent wasn't exactly something to write home about - if she could write home - but then she took a bite and let the egg just rest on her tongue before chewing it and letting it move down her throat. All while writing down more notes on the note pad.
Then she lifted her beer and took a sip, letting it cleanse her pallet so that the next thing she tired would be just itself instead of whatever she ate before. It reminded her of eating sushi, how pickled ginger would be the pallet cleanser between the different kinds of rolls and such. The thought had her glancing down the line to see if ginger was one of the things she would be trying, but didn't see it. So instead, she placed the top back on the jar and move on to the next jar while waiting for Alex to return. Again she took a smell of the brine, as if she were tasting a fine wine instead before she fished out one of the picked eggs.
This would be one of the weirdest things that she had ever tasted. She had tasted some weird things back in Maine but pickled eggs, this would be new. The idea was both scary and exciting at the same time. Charlie sniffed the egg once more, the scent wasn't exactly something to write home about - if she could write home - but then she took a bite and let the egg just rest on her tongue before chewing it and letting it move down her throat. All while writing down more notes on the note pad.