Cold nights like these, my mind hops into a rattling, smoking, part-throwing vintage rust-red pickup truck and heads off to the drive-in. Being that the drive-in movie theater has largely ceased to exist, the one my mind frequents is located right on the border between 1959 and 1960, and during intermissions shows enticing spots such as this:

Vintage!

Those were considered highly-appetising food colors, back then. Green hot dogs, coal-black burgers... But here's something I like -- right at timecode 00:47 on that video, you can see a staple of the old-time drive-in concession stand, the Chilly Dilly. Pickles may seem an odd choice for a concession food in these modern times, but the more I think about it, the more it makes perfect sense. I love pickles -- they're one of the few foods I'll legitimately find myself having to leave the house for if there's none in the fridge when the craving kicks in. If you or anyone you know works in the theater-lobby-stocking industry, consider the pickle for your own snack bar. They taste great, and as a bonus, they keep practically forever. If they had entombed a pickle with the remains of Peking man, I'd be willing to take a chance on it.