I still didn't know what they were called but I eagerly awaited my next acquaintance with them.
The next day, I began the drive home when I got stuck in the most heartless traffic jam ever -- stuck at a light that would not move for 15 minutes within WALKING distance of my precious olives. I thought I was going to shrivel up into a bag of need. Those olives were the only things on my mind; I could practically taste them.
Finally got home and finished them. Now what was I going to do? I'd found them in a supermarket far away. They HAD to be someplace nearby. I put my bet on Whole Foods and made a pilgrimage.
Please don't tell me olives are fattening. YOU MUST TRY CASTELVETRANO OLIVES. They are brined in crack.
A friend following my saga wrote me: "we'd like to schedule some time for an intervention"!