return of the yucks

The kitchen looks like a fricking war zone and my tapenade did not come out as it usually does. I know it wasn't the THREE EXTRA OLIVES I rolled into the processor at the last minute.

I should mention that before, during and after the making of the 'nade, I ate my way through the kitchen like a squirrel fresh out of hibernation. Polished off the rest of S.'s special Triscuits, a few spoonfuls (spoonsful, Rory?) of hummus, leftover olives, and a cup of "light" (read: disgusting) strawberry yogurt. And carrots. I may have eaten half a pound of carrots.

Plus, I had to sample the tapenade every so often to see what was going on with it. Eventually I stopped eating that because it was just so ... off.