I like olive oil just fine, but olives themselves -- ick. The taste is all wrong, and I aint a fan of the texture neither.
I say this as someone who likes brined artichoke hearts, pickles, and even assorted "wait, you don't pickle that!" pickled things (twist my arm and I will admit I don't
actively
dislike pickled beets; I just don't see a reason why a perfectly good beet deserves pickling). Also you know what? "Pickle" is just a fun word.
In my childhood, it was generally acknowledged that olive loaf is the most disgusting thing in the world. Did that law get revoked when I wasn't looking? How is olive salad different, except inasmuch as it is not loafy?
So, without the olive hoo-ha, a muffaletta is basically an Italian cold cut sandwich on steroids?
the olive hoo-ha
Does this make the pimento the willie?
was Nilly's meeting at the visa place yesterday or today?
How can you hate olives if you've never had one?
I have my ways. Kristin,
if
I can make to the rumpus, and
if
they are there, I
might
give up my toddler ways and try one.
But it's a long shot.
was Nilly's meeting at the visa place yesterday or today?
I thought it was in July. I could be on crack. Lemme check ...
ETA: In news of the good, I am not on crack. Beep Me tells me her visa interview is on 7/12.
No olives. I swell up from them, because of the brine used. The oil is splendid.
No capers, because I really, really swell up from them.
And no pimientos, because they're gross and disgusting.
I just pick those off the muffy and pig down on it.
How can you people drink martinis without olives? My goodness.
How can you people drink martinis without olives? My goodness.
Sour apple pucker, bay-bee!
