I had to train myself to begin to like olives – a few years ago.
These days I simply cannot believe it took me so long to cross the line, on to the other side – the Castlevetrano side.
For a time, I believe I went about 126 days in a row of noshing on my favorite, buttery, fruity bulbs.
You’re either an olive lover or an olive hater. I love olives. Greek, black, green, stuffed, unstuffed. I love them all. I love the smell of a blossoming olive tree; sweet and fragrant. I eat olives on pizza, sandwiches, tacos, salads, and on crackers. I even eat them just as they are.
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