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I am absolutely positive that black olives must be terribly terribly bad for you. That's the only explanation for why I love them so. I could eat an entire 12 oz can in a sitting and want more. I have felt this way as long as I can remember. When I was a child, I looked forward to holidays because my grandmother would put out a try with black olives and dill pickles. I'd put an olive on each finger and eat them one by one and then reload.
I want to write them a love song, sing them a lullaby, marry them in a candlelit ceremony on a beach in Tahiti.
Why yes, my work cafe's salad bar HAS had black olives lately. Why do you ask? (Also in my "salad" today: steamed baby asparagus, steamed broccoli, yellow heirloom tomatoes, and about a cup of chickpeas.)
I'm saving the olives for last. Maybe tomorrow, I will just get a large salad bar container and fill it completely with olives. OMNOMNOMNOMNOM! The other stuff is just a cover anyway.
I want to write them a love song, sing them a lullaby, marry them in a candlelit ceremony on a beach in Tahiti.
Why yes, my work cafe's salad bar HAS had black olives lately. Why do you ask? (Also in my "salad" today: steamed baby asparagus, steamed broccoli, yellow heirloom tomatoes, and about a cup of chickpeas.)
I'm saving the olives for last. Maybe tomorrow, I will just get a large salad bar container and fill it completely with olives. OMNOMNOMNOMNOM! The other stuff is just a cover anyway.