Well, mine is pretty obvious. I love olives. Kalamata is my favorite. My mom used to give me a jar of kalamatas every Christmas. The whole jar, just to myself. I was in heaven.
When I went to college, I discovered a Greek delicatessen in town. The old Greek lady would descend the big staircase to their basement to carry up a whole case of them for me.
I distinctly remember her saying in her heavy Greek accent, “You going to have big party!” And my roommate remarking “No, she’s going to eat them ALL herself, and I have to watch her!”. Ha.
I’m the only person I’ve ever known who could sit and eat a whole can of black olives. When I was a kid, my mom would once in a while buy a little can and let me devour the whole thing.
I still love ‘em, but don’t really crave them like I used to.