I was away from home last week, gallivanting about the countryside and staying in a rather nice hotel courtesy of the group I was volunteering for.
My team leader hinted at her food preferences when she chose a ham & cheese sandwich for lunch, saying that she didn't like the other options which had "weird" things like pickles but I didn't register very well.
When she asked if I wanted to join her for dinner at the hotel restaurant I was keen and as we drove through the countryside at the end of the day, I looked up the menu and we chatted about what we might choose.
She thought a chicken schnitzel would be good.
When we arrived at the restaurant for dinner I ordered a mocktail and a bowl of olives to keep us busy while I decided what to order.
There was no chicken schnitzel on the menu and it started dawning on me that I might have been reading the room service menu earlier. The waiter confirmed that I had and there was no way we could have schnitzel in the restaurant. My companion didn't want warm olives or any olives at all. She didn't understand the menu and wanted to go to her room to order something from the "tastes of home" menu.
I found myself trying to quickly eat a large bowl of olives so that I could accompany her on the slightly awkward exit, all the time wondering if a bowl of olives (in oil) would cause some regret the following day (IYKWIM)
I had intended to order a salad from room service but realised that I wasn't really hungry enough to be bothered.
And that's the story of how I had a bowl of olives for dinner.
A glorious day for a drive
Not a bad view for the day
Flowering "Silky Oaks" line the road