Olives
Olives. It is one taste I don’t intend to acquire. I’ve acquired a few things in my lifetime because I went to school here and there and lived over there and beyond, against my will most of the time.
One of them is olive oil, but I can’t stand one tiny olive. Is it a nut, fruit or vegetable? Not that it matters, because it tastes bitter. I’ve chewed some olives before, especially when I was with friends who were trying to board the ‘sophisticated’ bus. Yes. Sometimes we acquire certain tastes, just to belong. My tongue refuses to belong to olives. I had to go across town last week to buy sardines. You see, most grocery stores carry sardines and tuna canned in water. Not for me. I love sardines in olive oil.
I was surprised when I saw the olives in this blog pic. They look humongous. Are they steroid olives, or are they the natural size found on trees in Tunisia, Greece or Italy? I know the small ones restaurants will put in your drink or pasta. Now look at these baby-boomers! These olives are big. All I could think of, was sky high bitterness. The bigger the olive, the higher the bitterness, right?
Anyway, I got off the olive oil bus two years ago because I cannot afford it anymore. Not to worry though, I found a perfect alternative: canola oil, found in yellow flowers. It is one of Canada’s main exports, and it’s much cheaper than imported olive oil.
Nonqaba waka Msimang
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