Have you eaten at the Tuckers recently?”
“You mean the olives and the almonds?”
“Every fucking time. That’s all you get until dinner.”
Well, it’s true. I don’t like to stuff people before I feed them. I want that feeding-the-pirhanas feeling when I bring the pasta out. Forks flashing. That kind of thing.
I have no interest in serving food to full people.
So, we put out a bowl of olives – usually the “festive mix” or whatever it’s called, from Fairway, or those big, fat Sicilian olives, a bit lighter green in color, meaty and briny.