I remember my great-granny used to drink pickle juice when she had indigestion. Now that I am in full pickle-making mode, I realize that she was taking vinegar.
Hey! Where you been?
Reading about drinking pickle juice reminds me of the first joke I learned to tell while in grade school:
A little boy brought a box to his teacher and asked her to guess what his gift might be. She didn’t have a clue, but just then a little bit of fluid came out of the corner. So she dragged her finger through it and guessed: “Pickles?” The little boy responded: “No, a puppy!”