"OLIVES"

I have always loved olives--the green kind either stuffed with pimentos or plain.

Started when I was about four when my parents' best friends would invite us 

over for spaghetti. Olives were always served. To this day I have to eat olives

with spaghetti--just have to. My step-grandfather wouldn't touch an olive; said he 

didn't know what they were stuffed with. Hmm

Wouldn't touch a black olive except in my late mom's potato salad which was 

heaven. The recipe came from McClave's Drug Store that used to be on 

Quarrier Street. [I have that recipe if interested.] But as for eating black olive

straight--no way until they appeared at school on the salad bar for lunch. It took 

me that long to try to eat one and shock, I liked them but not as much as green

olives.

Will never ever forget when one of my sons was little and given an olive. He said, 

" I don't like ball pickles!" Just too funny and to this day, he won't touch them.

I can't imagine a world without olives can you?

Never had a martini but olives are a requirement in those drinks. Maybe I'll eventually 

have a martini: Who knows?

Meanwhile, I'll just take my olives straight out of the jar.

Sherry Hill