“I CAN’T LIKE OLIVES,” KIM HILL ONCE said, emphatically, enigmatically, and somehow weirdly memorably. That utterance summed up her idiosyncratic appeal. The horrid olives made their appearance on her first Saturday morning show in 2002. In a review of that first show, I wrote that she talks about food the way a visitor from another galaxy might. “I would have thought mint and basil would argue with each other,” she went on to proclaim.
Presumably, her observations of olives and those battling herbs were apropos of … something. But perhaps not. She is the queen of the non sequitur.
Her last show will be on November 25. “Bit of a day, yesterday,” she said of her departure announcement. It was like attending
