When a clock is hungry it goes back four seconds.

I am a picky eater. knowing this you may be wondering why I am making a blog about food then. I can't help you decide what lasagna is the best because I don't like lasagna. I can't recommend any restaurant, because the only the I order off of a menu is a plate of Chicken Tenders. Soo.. to wrap this up, I am not making a blog about fine dining but instead I am overcoming my food fear. I have decided to look back over my nineteen years and compile a list of food that I have refused to eat, due to the fact that It looks weird, smells weird, or is weird, and eat these food one by one. My physical reaction to the food, as well as my spoken reaction will be recorded for your viewing pleasure.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

If olive oil comes from olives, where does baby oil come from

Olives: Rate my Reaction?


McQuillan walked into a bar and ordered martini after martini, each time removing the olives and placing them in a jar.
When the jar was filled with olives and all the drinks consumed, the Irishman started to leave.
"S'cuse me", said a customer, who was puzzled over what McQuillan had done, "what was that all about?"
"Nothin', said the Irishman, "my wife just sent me out for a jar of olives!"
remember olive fingers? believe in olive fingers...
Rating: 0/ -1 Ever again: NEVER
There were 2 magic olives on an olive tree. Than one day, there was a huge earthquake and one of the olives fell. Since they are magical, they can talk. The one still on the tree asks the other olive, "Are you okay?" The olive that fell responds with, "I'll live."


Recipe For Olive..somethin: 

stuffed olives
i mean, not really something that I am going to eat,
no offense to the recipe
Maka

Ingredients

  • 1 (6 ounce) can large, pitted black olives
  • 4 ounces cream cheese

Directions

  1. Using a butter knife, simply fill each olive with the desired amount of cream cheese. Serve on a decorative plate!


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