Late-night olive craving denied

So late last night, I got home from work and fed/watered/pottied the dawgs and settled myself down in front of my computers for a little Facebooking and WoW’ing, and all of a sudden I realize that I want OLIVES.  All kinds, and lots of ’em.

This isn’t an unusual craving, although I haven’t had it for a while.  I usually prefer to eat them with my fingers from a little dish, with a side plate of Carr’s Table Water crackers and some cheese, and sometimes I’ll have this combination as a meal.

But I haven’t been to the grocery store for a while and haven’t bought any olives lately.  That’s okay–they’re like a staple.  Everybody’s got olives!

I toodle out to the refrigerator and discover that my entire olive stock consists of four pimiento-stuffed Manzanilla and six of those darling little Niçoise olives.  They’re darling, and I love them, but I was actually HOPING for about a pound of Kalamata and a whole can of extra large pitted ripe olives.  I made do.

And yes, olives are on the shopping list, and yes, I’m actually GOING TO THE STORE TODAY.

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