Olives

It was still dark, I was soaking wet and it was freezing outside. I clearly remember the horrible taste of the whale’s belly and the feeling of pasty "delousing powder" on my skin. Yes, it was at this point that I was to pick up the olive, which was green, with my teeth and chew it while someone sprayed me down with a fire hose. I knew the end was near and soon I would be before King Neptune and the Royal Court, but for now I was miserable.

So yes I hate olives -- green or black, I won’t differentiate.