Mouth? Meet olive.

My lone olive purchase siting happily on the checkout scanner.

Ever since this Ready Set Eat post olives have been a topic of discussion.

Here (tell me again why you dont like olives, mama?)

There (you’re a role model.  for craps goodness sake Carla eat the olive so she’ll keep eating the olives.)

And everywhere ( some Facebook discussions that had me in tears I laughed so hard.)

So I considered.  I pondered.

Could it be time for me to suck it up, taste the small weird smelling, wrinkly food-stuff I associated only with old jars and pimentos?

I listed the pros (I’d be practicing what I preached about trying everything once, I’d get me some FAB health benefits, liking olives  might indicate I liked martinis which would open a whole new world for me).

I listed the cons (I might throw up a little in my mouth, I’d lose that whole “LOOK AT ME! IM 42 & HAVE NEVER TASTED AN OLIVE!” thing I had going on.)

I headed to the grocery.

Judging by how they looked it seemed these were the ones you’d suggested.

oily. wrinkly. precisely what you’d told me to procure.

but I grew distracted by the ones which looked like something I loved already…

grapes! 

It was only later, in the Tornado-filmed snippet of video below (alert google reader peeps!), I realized Ive made a huge mistake.**

What did I do wrong (besides accidentally throwing the procured item on the floor prompting giggles from my 5  year old camera woman)?

Was it the olive? The method of mouth-meeting? Or are olives really more nasty less tasty than people insist?

*PLEASE* to hit me up in the comments below.

Olive you forever if you do.

**I know the grammar is horribly off there—but I love me some GOB too much to mess with his quote.

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