As you may have noticed, when I was younger, there was a lot of food I refused to recognize as such. Olives were among these “foods.” I couldn’t stand them. Then, later in life, I realized that my earlier prejudice was  born out of the fact that I had only been exposed to pre-sliced, canned, black olives. Now, these are fine if you want to grind them up as a component of a dip or marinade, but alone they are pretty gross. As I’ve discovered, the quality of the olives matters a great deal. Good olives are fruity, briny, rich and sweet, all in one. They are delicious.