Olives

Since coming to france I have had tons of olives. After all, most people associate olives with the mediterranean cuisine, although I associate black olives with mexican food, but thats a completely different story. Anyway, I love olives (and so does rick) and as soon as I had settled into the apartment, what do you surmise was initially offered to me —- why olives, of course.

Now on another note, I don’t really know why but at the market you can find every single type of olive you ever wanted but one of the things you cannot find is pitted olives. I don’t know if this is a result of some sort of belief that pitting an olive is an effrontery to its reutation or whether the pitting machines are just not found in france. Whatever the reason, I will continue to look and hopefully find some pitted olives (hopefully calamata) so I could make what Jeff dubiously named paco pasta, which I will probably make at some point in the near future. After all, it is named after me.