Olive picking

Paul was in heaven. He finally got to pick olives in Italy.

We were there to help a friend and co-worker with his annual fall harvest. Along with Eric and Alex, we went to David’s home in the country (actually very close to Lake Albano) on a drizzly Sunday morning. The project was spearheaded by David’s elderly Italian father-in-law and avoided by his two tween-aged sons. Wet weather only allowed for a partial picking but the Americans were all-too-happy to be involved.

Then came lunch. When he invited us, David mentioned “something casual”, maybe some pasta. But Paul and I have heard this before. Grateful that we’d brought rich and gooey brownies, as tasty an American treat as any, we were served countless courses of fresh bread, cheese, soup, pasta, polenta, sausages, grilled steak–each dish made even more delicious with their homemade olive oil poured on top–then dessert, three cakes plus brownies.

Several hours and a little wine later, we packed up and headed home, fueled by dreams of an olive harvest of our own someday. At our country villa. Why not?

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3 responses to “Olive picking

  1. Judy

    That is such a great thing to do! Do you pick them in the fall usually? So fun. Wish I was there. Mom

  2. Idehra

    Whoa…..that sounds like great fun! The food sounds even better. However, I’ve never heard of olive oil on cake or brownies. How were they? Hee, hee. Aunt Idehra

  3. Heather

    Oh gez…I thought I was looking at dad!

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