So, just now, I was eating this freaking DELICIOUS feta and olive salad with garlic and herbs that I scored at the supermarket earlier today. I was making a big show of how mind-alteringly delicious it was to my monkey, who refused to try it on the grounds that the feta had been "defiled" by the olives.
In reply, I closed my eyes, and made the face that means "I am being transported to another planet of pleasure by the scrummy goodness in my mouth," which happened to be a big, juicy Greek olive.
At that point, my monkey rolled his eyes and said, "don't laugh, Mama. I wouldn't want that olive to get lodged in your nasal cavity or brain."