OFTEN CRITICIZED FOR MY EATING habits, the unhealthiness evidently extends to regular meals of bread, olives, peppers, cheese, and pickles. A perfect meal before long bike rides or a day in the trenches. Keeps me innards happy and me tummy flat.
Jarred olives with the pit seems to be the best value. A couple bucks keeps me in pits for a week. Sometimes I’ll spring for a better olive, sometimes not. A recent trip to the grocer found $2 shelves bare, but there resided on a $4 shelf an olive unfamiliar to me.
Bought once, then again and again. The rest is history. Among my choices are now always to be found a Trader Joe’s import, Lucques Olives. Tasty, firm, nutty. And call me nuts, but I find they have a nuance of chocolate. Pairs nicely with more olives, peppers, cheese, bread (sourdough), and a pouring of cold water in a clean clear glass.
We’ve come a long way from Hunter-Gather. I still consume standing up, when I’m hungry, small meals. Back to my Neanderthal roots, when a handful of olives made every meal a happy occasion.