I love olives, and usually, so does my husband. My son, on the other hand, doesn’t like them at all. He thinks they look and taste gross. What’s not to like, they are nutritious, rich and full of flavour. I like kalamata olives the best. Yesterday, I made a simple tomato sauce with pasta, and offered up a bowl of miniature olives that my neighbour had given me She doesn’t like them either, but had them at a dinner party and didn’t want to throw the leftovers out.n I’m not sure what kind they were, but they were small, like the size of a peanut.
My husband looked at them suspiciously – what are those? I patiently explained that they were delicious olives, just a bit smaller than what we usually eat. He had that worried look he gets when something new is presented. My ever perceptive son was focused on my husband, and therefore didn’t see the look I was giving my husband…you know the ‘just eat one and show him how wonderful they are’ look.
My husband, with his flair for drama, slowly reached for one, stabbed it with his fork (no easy feat, these were big on taste, small on actual olive – 90% pit, 10% olive). He slowly brought the olive closer to his face to get a better look. “These look like rabbit poop,” he said. Great. Another evil eye look from me and he finally, painstakingly put it in his mouth. Quickly, with his other hand grasping at his throat, he feigned disgust. My son, delighted at the entire performance decided it was his turn. Slowly, he took his fork and stabbed at an olive (he needed to use his fingers to actually spear the olive onto his fork). Similar to his father, he examined the offensive item, stated that it looked like rabbit poop, put it in his mouth, made numerous attempts at a disgusted grimace, grabbed his throat as he chewed and swallowed, and pronounced it was disgusting. He did this five more times.
Now, you may think I should have intervened at some point, but I was so happy to see him eat and swallow the carcass of 6 olives (even though they were small), without a complaint or a protest.
So, sometimes, an olive can be rabbit poop.