When I was a child, every year my grandmother would serve what everyone told me was "poor man's caviar" at Christmas.
My grandmother was a little poor and a little eccentric, which I really didn't understand at a young age. I loved her poor man's caviar though, on crackers, little toasts, etc. I thought it was COOL eating caviar!
I was in my 20's when I mentioned that caviar to my mother. She laughed, then turned my world upside down with the truth.
It was canned chopped black olives, that my grandmother would further mince, then serve in a bowl with a tiny spoon.
I still feel duped.
Last edited by duck911; 03/22/17.
