I’m fascinated by olives.
Olives are evocative of Ye Olden Times…. Ye Golden Tymes… Gnarled, hardy trees bearing fruits from heavy boughs…
I had olives along with my mid-afternoon snack today. These particular olives weren’t particularly excellent. They came from a can. I think olives from a can absorb some metallic taste, and I don’t think the brine percolates around them quite so nicely as those olives from a jar.
I’m not so into eating food from cans anymore. But that’s besides the point.
The only downside of olives is that they’re not a local food for me…maybe they are for you, if you live in California’s Central Valley, the Mediterranean or perhaps even Phoenix, Arizona.
I’ve heard that I have distant relatives in Sicily who are olive farmers. They make their own olive oil. I would like to see olive oil being made at some point in life. I don’t find olives to be an oily fruit. Where does all that oil come from?
How do you like to eat your olives?