There was a humble monk who spoke very
little and always seem to have a pickle in his
hand. They even nick-named him ‘Monk Pickle’.
This Monk had in his room a multitude of jars …
pickling cucumbers in many fashions. It was
very obvious that Monk Pickle liked pickles.
One day an opening came up for the Wednesday
night meals to be prepared. Pickle who said
very little raised his hand and said “I will do
the Wednesday night meal preparation.”
There was no objection so all agreed.
On Wednesday Night the meal came out that
Pickle had prepared. And what do you think
they had for Dinner?