OliveJuice

This is what my fridge looks like lately. OJ, expired eggs, a small tub of wasabi for the sushi I don’t have, and olives. Two kinds of olives- the purple kind with seeds, and the spicy kind without seeds that smell like stains on the carpet, but taste like magic. Today they were lunch and [...]

This is what my fridge looks like lately. OJ, expired eggs, a small tub of wasabi for the sushi I don’t have, and olives. Two kinds of olives- the purple kind with seeds, and the spicy kind without seeds that smell like stains on the carpet, but taste like magic. Today they were lunch and dinner.

I fell in love with olives for the first time this past March, across drunk dinner tables in Spain. Before then, I never felt inclined to ladle them out buckets of mystery juice beneath the “sneezeguard” at the Ralph’s salad bar (I don’t believe in sneezeguards). And I always thought, 100_1608who needs a dirty martini when there’s whiskey?

People don’t know that olives were the first sign of civilization.  In order to cultivate them, a society has to have political stability and education, because olive cultivation requires time, as well as botanical knowledge. Nomads were constantly at war. If you think really hard about these facts, you’ll understand it. If I could articulate myself better, I’d tell you what it means.

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