Gordy, you shall slay us all with your pickled mastery. It is not enough that you are some sort of local DC food hero, lording over all of us your mastery of the brine, you press forward. You always press forward. Your cherry pepper spread has veritably reinvented the sandwich. It tastes like the color red translated into a tangy blast of sugarfire. I even contemplated putting some on a slice of apple pie. But I am a madman, as I told myself in a sudden moment of clarity, leaving my apple pie alone. It calls to me, even now. If the devil himself made pickles of nuclear deliciousness, these is what they should be.
H/t to Washington's Green Grocer for the badass picture.