The Olives are Taking Over the World

Okay.  I have to tell you that in no way, shape or form do I like olives.  In fact I believe they are a contamination food.  Growing up my family all loved olives, so they always got them on the pizza, telling me that I could pick them off.  But even then, I could still taste them on the pizza because their juice left the taste inn the rest of the pizza. That's what olives do.  They take over everything.

I have a husband who adores olives, so much so that I swear the things are staging a coup and trying to take over the pantry.

There is only one person in the house that eats olives.  My husband Dominic.  And yet there are enough olives to keep Italy in business for years... I swear.  The stack of olive cans goes all the way to the back of the pantry.  Like I said, I swear the black and green olives or as I call them 'ovoids of death' are trying to take over.  The pickles are scares and the cocktail onions are holding on by a thread, trying to keep their few inches of cupboard space.    Even the pasta has been pushed to the back and are shaking in their packages.  

I'm not quite certain how to repel this invasion.  My husband thinks I'm crazy, but I know... I just know the dang things are trying to take over.  And my taste buds are scared.  

Mushrooms - Flavored with Dirt

One of the things I dislike most in the world are mushrooms.  I know there are many people who love them in all forms, I'm not one of them.  When we were first married Dominic decided that he was going to make me a convert on this particular food and he took to adding them to many dishes.  I called it mushroom hiding.  And the dang things were everywhere.  The problem was that if I said anything, he got upset because I didn't like the food.  Go figure.  Eventually he gave up and now he only puts fungus in hos own food.

My best mushroom like story was when my sister turned forty.  I took the entire family out for a nice lunch and Mari insisted on ordering the truffel fries.  Now once she had, she took one bite and that was it.  I made a point of asking her to eat them and actually tried one. Then I understood and wouldn't eat them either.  They tasted like they had bene flavored with dirt.  Heck it would have been so much easier if they'd have just added some mud form outside to the oil and been done with it.

So there you have it.  No fungus for me.   The only mushrooms I will eat are the marzipan ones Dominic makes for the Christmas Yule Log.