SC - Cheesecake judging Laurels/Competitions

[DeeWolff@aol.com]

Oh dear.

Oh well, about three and a half years ago, working at a transport company 
that had a nationwide pizza company as a customer, the father of my then 
girlfriend often came home with anything from the mundane to the obtuse. On 
one occasion he gave me a very large can of sliced black olives. About 2 
months ago, a sense of curiosity and a certain peckishness sent me to the 
back of the cupboard for a 'look see'. And lo, unto him was a very large can 
delivered (heck, I'd forgotten). Propelled further by those self same 
impulses, I opened the can - not an expiry date to be seen.

Mmm. Flat, rubbery and slightly-salty-while-mostly-tasteless, but still full 
of nibbling 'goodness', if not nutrition.

There wasn't anything I could immediately think to do with them (not 
entirely true, but I like the dogs nextdoor more than the impulse to subtly 
assault my nagging neighbour with intestinal warfare) so they went onto the 
bottom shelf of the 'fridge until the next Rubbish/Garbage Day.

Yes, I'm single...
but I still have my can of olives (well, olive-y things, at least).


Drake, you asked.

Nicholas - a chronicler, not a cook.

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