What a pickle!

B was talking D through making the tea as I drove home. S was working upstairs. Keep it simple, we had thought - pizza, salad and some pickles. B instructed D to go to the fridge and get some pickled onions, gerkins and beetroot. Some time later D phoned back to say, he thought the pizza was done - in fact possibly burning - no smoke but bit of a burning smell. B said to take it out of the oven and turn that off. He asked if D had found the pickles ok. D said, 'I could only find the gertroot!'