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.
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!
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.
It's a deal. How about the pickles? You using those?
Yes! Especially my new discovery, Ba-Tampte half-sour kosher pickles.
And I want a dirty martini.
t off to lunch
How about a vanilla vodka martini with a frozen blueberry and a sugared glass? That's nice too
I had one of these in Portland- they called it a cake martini. It was like a pretty glass of rubbing alcohol with a pleasant vanilla aftertaste.
I don't like dirty martinis, strangely enough; I like my vodka diluted with tonic or cranberry. But I'm told I make a damn fine one.
You can have the radishes; I'll keep the olives and tomatoes. And I love capers so much; they squeak in your teeth. I like the giant ones.
Grilled garlic bagel with cream cheese, lox and capers. That's what I want.