In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay's first paragraph.
"Slowly, I push around the thick bowl of stew. Its delicious smell is wafting toward my nose, but my anticipation is dampened by the cruel fact that, hidden underneath the scrumptious brown liquid, lurks about fifteen green olives. Worse, they have pits and these remnants of consumption are to be placed ceremoniously on a small dish for this purpose. I can't even pretend to eat them, unless I say I swallow olive pits. It's a sticky situation."
Wood, Suzanne M.
"The Fatal Ingredient,"
The Angle: Vol. 1998
, Article 11.
Available at: https://fisherpub.sjfc.edu/angle/vol1998/iss4/11