@Justis @picastoc @NoBoDe and my other friends on here: - I like olives, too, but in small measure -
I/we had an olive tree in the old house and hubby was into pickling olives big-time (he was into everything, had to test his skills etc. had to find out, if he could do it, what's the science behind etc. - he was truly awesome) - we never ate all, gave them away - etc. - people were working out ways how to say 'no' politely to a guy everyone liked . . . . haha
Fast forward to the last day of his life: - we were ready to attend a wedding - Husband is in olive tree, picking the last olives and called me and gently handed me an empty birds nest, I received it almost with awe - cradling it, keeping it - I've still got it somewhere - next morning when he was dead - I realised we do things instinctively - and on a deeper level he had said good-bye to me - we were very polite with one another that evening (we always were polite, anyway - it's a good recipe for a good marriage) -
back to olives - after his demise i had shelves full of olives in large glass jars - tried to eat them, gave some away, eventually after - maybe 5 years made the big decision to bin them, which was a business - they went into the garbage, jars were given away . . . . and they were never black, they eventually sported a pale colour, nether green, nor beige . . . so now I prefer the shop-bought ones and I like the ones with no stones -
how pedestrian is that?
Take care
Taurisk
