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Little Guys of the Rascally Sort

Regular old pickles just won't do for a kid with a sophisticated palate and an allowance to spend.

"Do you like pickles?"

I think they stink.

"I love pickles."

My momma makes me eat them. And those tiny corn cobs.

"I'm crazy about 'em. Especially those damn spicy ones, and the maple bourbon ones. They're made from organic produce and simple ingredients."

I'll sell you my pickle for a nickel.

"Oooh, I think you might be undercutting yourself there. These are some damn fine pickles. The jars are hand-packed to capture the vibrant character of vegetables freshly plucked from the garden. I'll give you two bucks."

Ok.

"I've got two pickles, I've got two pickles, I've got two pickles hey hey hey hey! A do da di da do da day! I've got two pickles today!"

Man, you weren't kidding. You really like pickles. You made up a song about it and everything.

"Don't even get me going on the beer-brined Hop Pickles. They're steeped in an IPA, caramelized onions and hops. But don't tell my mom. She doesn't know I've been stealing nips of those from the fridge."

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