Dear friends,
I may have a slight thing for olives. I really, really like them. Ask my family. When you do, they'll tell you the story of me as a little girl, maybe 6, 7, or 8-years old (I don't remember), eating olives from the bowl set out at Thanksgiving. They'll continue the story, sharing that they tried to stop me from eating so many olives. But I couldn't stop; I wouldn't stop. Nothing could get between me and my olives. Well, then, the story continues with a car ride, and well....you know where this one's going. Hey, I was little and it wasn't my fault. I still love olives--I just try not to eat so many at once. : )
Today I have a much happier olive story to share. In this story, olives are baked into a soft, delicious bread dough that's been *lightly* sprinkled with kosher salt. In this story, olives are cut into squares, wedges, and sticks and dunked into olive oil and balsamic vinegar. Bright, summery flavors. Yum. Enjoy!
*I emphasize lightly because I might have gone a bit overboard, forgetting that olives can be quite salty on their own.