“Happiness is… finding two olives in your martini when you’re hungry.” (Johnny Carlson”
For me, happiness is most certainly not finding an extra olive in my drink. I avoid them! Avoid them on my pizza, in my drink and in the minuscule bowl in my table at the bar. It seems everywhere I go olives haunt me!
I want to like them. I want to sophisticatedly pierce one with a cocktail stick and seductively nibble on it at parties. But instead I cringe at the salty taste and leathery skin. I long to be a “grown up” who finds olives moreish, yet find myself turned off by them, regardless if they are marinated or not!
It’s not that I haven’t tried to like them, I have. It’s just every time I try one, in the hope that suddenly I will love those tiny bitter lumps, I chew disappointingly that they still make me wretch. Being concerned that I’m the only one unable to stomach the Kalamata, stuffed, garlic olives on offer, I posed the question to my friends, “How can I begin to like olives?” Delighted to hear that a number of responses began with, “I used to hate them, but now I love them” has spurred me on to start a journey of discovery. I aim to find an olive which I love this year. I will search high and low for the olive that will change my view.
If anyone has an idea of a type of olive to taste, try and review I am welcome to options.
Let the olive tasting commence… Perhaps I will pair it with a glass of wine to make it more bearable?