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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Olives

I have to confess that I really like olives. Green olives. Olives with pimiento, though I'm not wild about the pimiento. I snack on olives. I can easily finish off an entire jar, almost before I know it.

I suck on them, I chew them, several olives at a time. It's the salt. It's the olive taste. I've had this thing for olives ever since I was a kid.
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