“Let me show you our best sellers,” the clerk said, and she led me over to a row of vats, all full of olive oil. “Why don’t you try some?”
“What, you mean, like, drink it?”
In response, she motioned to a stack of tiny paper cups.
So, yeah, I spent the next ten minutes drinking a bunch of different kinds of olive oil. Blood orange. Tropical lime. And when I got sick of the oils, I chased it down with a few tiny cups of balsamic vinegar.
I settled on the lemon-flavored olive oil. “Do you think this would make good ice cream?” I asked.
I’m reasonably certain nobody had ever asked her that question before.
Well, guess what? It makes DELICIOUS ice cream. Next time, I’m grabbing the blood orange.