This is a play on Cole Porter’s lyrics that came to mind when I opened a jar of Kalamata olives and some green ripe olives to nosh on with my wine and cheese tonight. This is becoming a habit, but a delightful one, I must say. And, as Cole so aptly wrote, “I love the look of you, the lure of you; The sweet of you, the pure of you . . . The east, west, north and the south of you,” and he could have easily ended the song with: ” . . .For I love olive you.” I know I do!
