I don’t really partake in any of today’s holidays. I only run when chased, I only consume milk when it’s been turned into cheese, and I can’t stand olives. Which is weird, maybe, because I love pickles. I like the smell of green olives, but don’t like the taste; black olives both smell and taste bad.
I’m always amazed at how people can figure out how to make things edible, since olives straight off the tree are apparently the worst thing. Someone took an awful little thing that was practically inedible and figured out how to soak and brine and treat it so that it became slightly edible. Ingenious!