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.
Plan what to do, what to wear (you can never go wrong with a corset), and get ready for the next BuffistaCon: New Orleans! May 20-22, 2005!
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.
July 12, I think.
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.
and even assorted "wait, you don't pickle that!" pickled things
Like Rasputin's wang?
How can you people drink martinis without olives? My goodness.
Sour apple pucker, bay-bee!
Martinis are to be up with a twist, if they are to happen at all. Which they are not, because I value my liver and my dignity too much.
How can you people drink martinis without olives? My goodness.
Cosmos = no olives. (And also, not a real martini, I know. But you drink it in a martini glass.) Everything else tastes too much like rubbing alcohol for me to get down.
Sour apple pucker, bay-bee!
Mmm. Nummy.
Oh, I see. I've a stalwart palate able to enjoy the complexities of a nice Bombay Sapphire gin and two or three olives to chase it with. Mmmm. Herby. That means more of those pretty fruity drinks for you lot, then.
How about a vanilla vodka martini with a frozen blueberry and a sugared glass? That's nice too.