The picture might be mouth watering if you like olives.
But the taste — mmm — I shall not comment.
Some things are better left unsaid. The photo, at least, is honest.
There is a certain art to photographing food. You want the light to catch the gloss, the green to sing, the bowl to look like you might actually want to reach into it. I think I managed that here. What happened afterwards is between me and the olives.
Food photography — and food itself — is one of those unexpected pleasures of living in Spain. The market culture means that what ends up on your plate (or in a bowl in front of you) is usually something that was alive and growing very recently. That should make it better. In most cases it does.
In this case, I remain diplomatically silent.