Shiny Object Saturday: Pickle Forks and Little Pigs

I'm desperate for a pickle fork. When I mentioned this on Twitter recently, a woman responded with shock: "How can you call yourself a southern girl if you don't own a pickle fork?" It's true. Pickle forks come with proper sets of silver, and preferably come to you handed down from a grandmother named Gammy. Alas, my grandmothers weren't the silver-owning types. I did receive a selection of serving forks for marriage number two, but the ex got custody.

I blame my strong desire to own a pickle ...