Connecting all foodies in India….
“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…
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