Last week, my friend and I were taking advantage of a beautiful summer night, hanging out on his rooftop enjoying a crisp white wine and a bowl of olives. And as we lounged under the city sky, I thought how olives are such a sophisticated, adult taste that it’s no wonder I couldn’t appreciate them as a kid. Not to mention that their smallness, which only allows for tiny bites, turning even the act of eating them into a refined endeavor. Which, frankly, works out perfectly because it gives the tangy, deliciously bitter meat time to explode on the taste buds.
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