Olives

Big Guy and I share many interests, but we are divided when it comes to olives. He cannot stand the texture whereas I love them.

I remember rushing to the refrigerator as a kid to grab a new jar of olives before my brother got home. Between the two of us, the jar was usually gone within a day to which my mom would lament they were meant for other people too. We would just roll our eyes and tell her to buy more than one jar. She got her revenge one year when olives became one of our Christmas gifts!

While my Big Guy will not eat olives, he does enjoy seeking out cheese stuffed olives and even found me red pepper stuffed olives. Throw Tanqueray over them and I am in martini heaven!