When I was a kid, he would ask me for my olive.
"Why Daddy? What's wrong with it?"
He would say, "You have to let me kiss it or it won't be that good."
I handed the olive over and he kissed it quick. That made it much better.
It was not until I got bigger that I noticed the little red thing was always missing from my olive. So one day, I tried the olive with it. Then another. Then I took out the pimento to see what it tasted like alone. Ah-hah!
I found out I really liked the pimento part. Now, many years later, I found a can of pimentos and bought them.
This will be a great week!
I have always liked olives- see this post from a year ago
Hello dear friend @ sponge-bob Good evening
What a tender story, I tried to imagine the moment, and I saw mischievous laughter from her father
The bell peppers are very exquisite, I really like the ham and bell pepper pizzas, in Buenos Aires there is a place called the little room, on Calle Talcahuano, there are the best bell peppers. you have to try it.
I appreciate you letting us know the story behind the olives
I wish you an excellent weekend