These olives got a rating of 7 on salt, as well as size. They are a 5 in sweetness,and a 6 in vinegar.They were pleasantly soft, but on the border of being mushy. They were perfectly average, so I have little to say about them except I didn't think that they were like black olives at all. Maybe I'm just used to canned black olives, but these just seemed like kalamata olives to me.
It's a good thing that I've decided to write about things other than the glorious saltiness that is pickles and olives, because I've run out of things to say about this particular olive, and I haven't said much. But I also haven't decided what else I'm going to talk about yet, so I'm just going to derp around and share an few observations of life.
Does anyone else think that it's strange how fast people judge one another? Just from someone's appearance, we judge them. I'm guilty of it too. When I was younger, I met two girls my age at summer camp who wore dark eyeliner, heavy makeup, dark clothes, and hair that went over their eyes. I immediately assumed that we wouldn't get along. Towards the end of the week, I talked to them for some reason, and discovered that wee had a lot in common. I immediately felt bad that I had judged them, and wished that I had gotten to know them more. It struck me that people are very often not what they seem. But yet, it's firmly ingrained into human nature to judge each other. I still wonder how humans ended up with that particular part of our nature. Is it just the human love of making connections, or did it serve some purpose? Please comment on what you think, I'd love to hear what people think.
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