Tuesday, April 12, 2011

100 Words: On Olives.

I have never had a good expensive olive, you know the kind you can buy buffet-style at the grocery store (or pick off of olive trees in Italy). All the olives I have ever eaten have been canned. Growing up in small-town Kansas olives weren't really the "in" thing.

The buffet-olives always look so plump and juicy. And I know they must be drenched in bitter salty goodness.

My friends and I used to mouth "olive juice" because it looks like you're saying "I love you."

Gaze into a mirror and try it.

Oh, you just loved yourself, how nice.

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