dr_mabeuse
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This summer I've discovered Greek olives. We have a little market here that sells a lot of imported food (it's a very diverse neighborhood). It's run by Greeks, and their deli has an olive section--maybe 8 or 10 types of imported Greek olives: green, black, in brine, or vinaigrette, or oil. I've become addicted to the big Kalamata olives, which are kind of like the national food of Greece. They're meaty and juicy, and they have this wonderfully complex taste--salty to be sure, but also tart and rich and buttery and very olive-y.
I had no idea olives could be so satisfying and profound, so very soulful. You bite into the things and the flesh just kind of falls off the pit and floods your mouth with flavors that are easily as complex as any good wine or quality cheese, tart and salty and meaty with slight musky and mushroomy notes and an undertone of wine.
It's gotten hot here lately, so for lunch I'll sometimes go get a chunk of good feta cheese, slice up a tomato, and eat that with a bunch of olives and a few Greek peppers and a chunk of Greek bread. It's light and simple and the contrast of textures--the meaty olives with the creamy cheese, crunchy peppers, and juicy tomato--are enough to make me kind of grunt with atavistic pleasure as I eat. Plus you get that salt you want when you're sweating a lot.
I love sex, God knows. But sometimes the quiet, satisfying pleasure of really good, really simple food is very hard to beat.
Okay, I'll open the floor to any summer strawberry stories you'd like to share...
I had no idea olives could be so satisfying and profound, so very soulful. You bite into the things and the flesh just kind of falls off the pit and floods your mouth with flavors that are easily as complex as any good wine or quality cheese, tart and salty and meaty with slight musky and mushroomy notes and an undertone of wine.
It's gotten hot here lately, so for lunch I'll sometimes go get a chunk of good feta cheese, slice up a tomato, and eat that with a bunch of olives and a few Greek peppers and a chunk of Greek bread. It's light and simple and the contrast of textures--the meaty olives with the creamy cheese, crunchy peppers, and juicy tomato--are enough to make me kind of grunt with atavistic pleasure as I eat. Plus you get that salt you want when you're sweating a lot.
I love sex, God knows. But sometimes the quiet, satisfying pleasure of really good, really simple food is very hard to beat.
Okay, I'll open the floor to any summer strawberry stories you'd like to share...
