Fried olives.
Honestly, the only thing Bossy regrets is not having learned why Goldie Hawn named her first son Oliver before Bossy named her own son, because the reason Goldie named her son Oliver is due to her olive addiction and sister mercy Bossy gets it.
Here is visual proof Bossy is an olive junkie.
That said, Bossy didn’t know what to make of the idea of fried olives when she and her gay Vuboq spied them on the menu the other day. But make no mistake, delicious is what she makes of the idea now.
Mel says
March 22, 2010 at 8:17 amAll I’m gonna say is that I sooooo want to go there with VUBOQ when I’m down there in May.
vuboq says
March 22, 2010 at 8:47 amTotal crispy fried olive yumminess. Mmmmm.
furiousBall says
March 22, 2010 at 8:51 amwhoa… awesome. where did you get those?
Amy says
March 22, 2010 at 10:44 amWHERE???? Road trip.
Shania says
March 22, 2010 at 10:46 amJust filled out my form listing all the reasons why Bossy should crash with me. I’m close to fried olives should now top the list.
Dara says
March 22, 2010 at 10:58 amI need one now! Or a dozen.
Average Jane says
March 22, 2010 at 11:45 amNow that I know that fried olives exist, I don’t think I can rest until I find and consume mass quantities of them.
ojaidebs says
March 22, 2010 at 12:03 pmLove olives, but they don’t love me and give me heartburn. Aaarrgh. So, dirty martinis sans olives – better than no dirty martini at all. However, another tasty treat is fried pickle chips. Totally awesome mix of flavors.
Bev says
March 22, 2010 at 12:54 pmI’ve never seen fried olives but, as shown in your photos, fried and fried always equals a perfectly balanced meal!
Kitten says
March 22, 2010 at 1:05 pmSo. Very. Jealous of the VUBOQ lunching.
Bri says
March 22, 2010 at 2:02 pmOH Gah. I need those for breakfast. Now please.
Sewmouse says
March 22, 2010 at 2:09 pmVuboq is always the happiest looking person I’ve ever seen. Always want to HUG Vuboq because he looks so cute and happy!
Red Hamster says
March 22, 2010 at 2:59 pmFried Olives! They look YUMMY! And with a martini and a happy Vuboq on the side, please.
Sherri says
March 22, 2010 at 3:38 pmOh YUMMMM!! I’ve just discovered deep fried pickles – now I have to searching for these!!!! And with spring and shorts just around the corner….
foolery says
March 22, 2010 at 3:48 pmBy that logic I’m now changing my girls’ names to Meat and Salsa.
Amber Lee says
March 22, 2010 at 4:29 pmFirst daughters name now? Avocado.
Kyddryn says
March 22, 2010 at 6:08 pmI need the recipe to live.
Shade and Sweetwater,
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Sue says
March 22, 2010 at 7:01 pmwhat restaurant was it? And do they ship? I can’t think of anything I want more!
Lizzy says
March 22, 2010 at 8:59 pmI’d eat a tennis shoe if it was fried. And if I had that lovely dark beer that Vuboq is drinking.
Cupcake Murphy says
March 22, 2010 at 10:51 pmI feel bewildered that I have not experienced fired olives.
WebSavvyMom says
March 23, 2010 at 8:36 am–>I think Bossy should dress up like an olive for Halloween and her husband dress up like oil.