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Pickle Art

Part One: Pickle People


The Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire holds "theme weekends" throughout the season: pirates one weekend, the Irish another, and so on.  Well, as pirates weekend approached back in 2003, those of us in the Blackfryar cast were asked to find a way to adapt our costumes, or our dialects, or our behavior, or something to "be more piratical."

Well, Heins is already a Germanic-Elizabethan pickle-monger.   I figured if he started growling "Arrr" too, he'd just become completely unintelligible.

So instead, I found an artificial cucumber and gave it a hat with a little feather, and tucked a plastic toothpick sword and a little gun (yes, it's from Clue) into a sash around its waist.... and the "Dread Pirate Pickle" was born.  It was a hit!

Now, the costumed pirate pickle was always intended to be a one-time thing.  But then came Scottish Weekend, and I'd gone around on Irish weekend telling people, "Behold!  In honor of Irish Weekend, my pickles are green!  Just wait until Scottish Weekend--PLAID!"  So I was browsing a fabric store trying to work out a way to make a plaid pickle, and I noticed a scrap of plaid fabric.  Just enough to make a tiny kilt....

Within fifteen minutes of the opening of the gate on Scottish weekend, a woman came up, looked to see the Scottish warrior pickle ("McPick, the brave-hearted hero of his people"), and said, "I always love seeing what your pickles are wearing today.  It's the high point of my day!"

And in that instant, I realized... I'll be dressing pickles 'til I die.

Enjoy.
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ABOVE, left to right: Romance, Irish, Music & Dance, Pirate, Scottish, Octoberfest, Children's Fantasy, Wine Harvest, and Halloween Weekend pickles.  For details, click here.

Part Two: Halloween
Ahhh... Halloween Weekend at the pickle cart.  I pull out all the stops....
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ABOVE LEFT: The pickle-cart transformed, complete with a hungry hitchhiker.  ABOVE: All the monsters come out at Halloween... even evil pickles.  LEFT: Fortunately, there's a well-armed Pickle Slayer to protect the realm from good pickles gone bad.  And remember, don't settle for a "treat"; tell them what you want--say, "Trick or Pick!"

Part Three: Pickle Songs

Over the years, I've coaxed, bribed, harrassed, cajoled, teased, and otherwise "force" hundreds, probably thousands, of Ren Faire patrons to join me in rousing choruses of Heins' favorite pickle song, written for him by "the Earl of Guthrie" and sung, of course, to the tune by Arlo Guthrie:

The Pickle Song
by Heins Kosher LVII
as sung to Steve Anderson
I don't want a tickle;
I just want a bite of a juicy pickle.
And I don't want to giggle;
I just want a bite of a juicy pickle.
And I don't wanta kick;
I just want a bite of a juicy pick... le.

There are, however, also other pickle songs.  This one, for instance, as written specifically for Kirk to sing--and he actually did once.  It's to the tune of the traditional song, "Beer, Beer, Beer"--also known as the PA Ren Faire radio jingle.
 
Pickles, Pickles, Pickles
by Heins Kosher LVII
as sung to Steve Anderson
A long time ago, way back in history,
When all that came on sticks were
Twigs and bits of leaves,
Along came a man by the name of Heins the First,
And he invented a wonderful snack
That's sure to slake your thirst.

A barrel of pickles, made from scratch
With a secret recipe!
You take a stick and whittle it
As straight as straight can be.
You turn a pickle on its end--that is the trick;
You push in a stick and then you've got
A pickle on a stick

(Stick, stick, pickle-on-a stick, stick, stick!)

The recipe's still here today,
Though Heins has gone to Heaven,
Passed down the generations
To Heins the Fifty-Seventh;
So have a pickle on a stick,
Or two, or three, or four--
The snack on a stick so good that you'll
Be coming back for more!

There are more, of course ("O, I came to Mount Hope Shire with a pickle on my knee...."), but to record them all would be to open the way to a complete collection of my filk songs, and nobody wants that.  (Well, okay, maybe you do.  You can find some of them on my Stories site.)

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