Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Ode to an olive...

Olives. Or as my nearly 3yo daughter will call them, "aw-yups".

Ooooooh olives--how I love you. How I wish I could grow and cure you on my own. How I long for you to be cheaper. But how I will tolerate all of that for the sake of my nearly 3yo eating some kind of solid food.

Good fats. GREAT snack foods. Tolerant of being toted in a diaper bag for a full day without spoiling (or at least they haven't yet made us sick!). What is better?

Nothing, I think...

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