I don't care for cucumbers in their natural state. Being a Pittsburgher, I have to like pickles. This is the home of H.J. Heinz. (My great grandmother bought vegetables from Henry J. Heinz. When I was a kid, I toured the Heinz plant, as you could do in those days, and got my pickle pin.)

My father's mother would faint if she ate cucumber. People didn't believe her and would slip her one. She'd pass out and people would think she was drunk. A Methodist and a lifelong teetotaller she wasn't amused.

You can't, alas tour the Heinz plant anymore. But pickle pins are still available.