Day 37

Black Olive

Took another swing at olives. This time a marinated black one at a fancy-pants Italian joint. (It was presented in a dish with marinated mushrooms … one of the foods that I’m not sure I’ll ever be brave enough to try, along with tofu and head cheese.) After a reminder from my tablemates to watch out for the pit, I dug in. But I didn’t dig it. It was certainly better than the supermarket offering, though. This time the texture didn’t bother me at all; I got hung up on that indescribable olive-y flavor. Guess I just don’t like olives.

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