The olive plant, a small, attractive tree cultivated in Mediterranean countries for the fruit and the manufacture of olive oil which is a core ingredient of Mediterranean cuisine. Species of the plant are also grown in South Africa, South America and southern states of USA, Australia and New Zealand. Olives are a popular food and the versatile properties of olive oil make it useful medically and essential in cooking.
I can’t remember the exact circumstances in which I first
tried an olive, but I know I was no more than thirteen. The taste was
unbearable and I couldn’t remove it from my mouth quick enough. Many years
later, I thought they might be more appealing to my mature palate. Nothing had
changed.
My husband likes olives. I nearly poisoned him once. I
bought one of those prepared chicken and chopped vegetable packs designed for
busy people or lazy ones like me. They are ready to drop into a slow cooker
with some water and a stock cube and hours later, dinner is ready, voila. This
one included olives which I took out straight away before cooking. I didn’t
want my chicken casserole tainted. My husband enjoyed the snack. For someone,
me, who is meticulous about food safety and food hygiene, this was a really
stupid thing to do which went right over my head until it was too late. The
olives were with raw chicken. I was horrified at my own carelessness, though,
to be fair, he didn’t bat an eyelid either at the time. Fortunately, he was fine,
perfectly alright and after a few days I stopped revising symptoms of
salmonella et al and beating myself up. I should have offered him an olive
branch.
In the Bible, an olive branch, symbol of reconciliation and
peace offering was carried to Noah by a dove to show that the flood was over.
A sign of peace it might be, but I don’t have to like the
taste of its fruit. Even if the nutrition value was full of everything I need, it would be a no.
With acknowledgement and apologies to Theodor Seuss Geisel,
Dr Seuss, for inspiration and whose books and rhymes I have enjoyed to share
with lots of children,
I am Pam, Pam I am.
I think I’d like green eggs and ham.
I will not eat an olive.
I will not take it from the jar
I will not taste it from afar,
I will not eat an olive.
Not even on a cocktail stick
I will not try a tiny lick,
I will not eat an olive.
Do not hide it on my pizza
Or tuck it in my fajita,
I will not eat an olive.
I will not choose one from a dish,
I will not have it in a quiche,
I will not eat an olive.
I am Pam, Pam I am,
I would like some salad and spam.
Do not bring me an olive.
PMW 2021
Thanks for reading, Pam x
Very good Pam. I love olives, so we'll never see eye to eye on that one, but I love your clever parody of Green Eggs & Ham. Clever and most amusing. 👏
ReplyDeleteVery funny - well done!
ReplyDeleteIt seems olives share the same devisive issues as Marmite. I love olives, can't stand Marmite.Great take on Dr Suess.
ReplyDeleteI'm with you on this one. I can't bear the taste of olives. I'd ban them.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know they could be used medicinally. Although not with raw chicken. I'm amazed that contact with raw chicken could have affected your husband. Congrats on the Dr Seuss spoof.
I really enjoyed your funny poem.
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