Gil has gotten pretty handy with the martini shaker over the past year, what with his natural smartypantsitude and all the practice he gets. I like my vodka martinis dirty as that skeleton in your closet and won’t accept just any old olive; no, I’m a big fan of the chipotle-stuffed version, though I’ll take ‘em stuffed with sundried tomatoes in a pinch.
For our latest Nick & Nora episode, Gil ran out to the local grocery last night to pick up a fresh bottle of olives but returned with something straight out of a Stephen King story. His cry of, “Wow! These are some bubbly olives!” sent me running to the kitchen and, sure enough, they were fizzing like a hot cup of Alka Seltzer.
Now, I’ve forgotten many of the lessons learned in my high school AP biology class, but I do still recall the warning Mrs. Caire gave us to avoid all canned foods that are dented and seem excessively vacuum-packed or bubble when opened. So, fearing botulism poisoning or an alien invasion, we threw them away and made do with the inferior brand I purchased last week. Sigh.
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