silly story :: growing up, spanish olives were served at every holiday meal. they were unappetizing to me, but i wanted to like them. they were just so cute, and i liked how the adults would stand around and pop them in their mouths before dinner was served.
when i was about seven or eight, i shared this with my mom. she said her pop-pop told her you have to eat seven olives to like them, and sure enough, after forcing seven down while swinging in the backyard, i had a new favorite food.=)
*believe it or not, i'm nearing my 500th post! plus i have over 50 unfinished drafts - this was one started after the july food swap. i really need to do some cleaning up and refocusing around here. i'm all over the place.