Comfort Zone

Olives. Green olives! I tried them today for the first time. I consider the act of trying green olives as an encroachment on my comfort zone. My horizons have been expanded and I have come to the following conclusion: I will never incorporate green olives into my cooking again. Ever.

The above picture will live on as a testament to another one of my failed trial and error situations. But at least I tried the green little bastards.

I blame the Olive Garden. Green olives, which are their mascot, looked so scrumptious when I used to see them on the kids' menu. But ever since I started ordering from the big persons' menu last year I've been craving to see them again.

Tonight I found a recipe that incorporated olives: Chicken Veracruz. It sounded fancy. When it came time to add green olives to my dish though I accidentally spilled some olive oil juice on my hands. I nearly yacked. What a repulsing smell. And then I had to console myself into thinking that putting a dish with that kind of scent in my mouth would be a delicious idea for later on. After I finished preparing the meal I made a Chicken Veracruz burrito and began to consume. Right now I'm having a hard time bringing myself to finish the other 90% of the burrito.

If you ever come to my place, make sure you don't ask if Chicken Veracruz is still on the Menu. It's not even on the Secret Menu.

~Anthans