There really isn't anything like being greeted at one of your favorite Italian restaurants with dish of olive oil and a bread board. Robert DiNero's Locanda Verde is one of my prize jewel after swimming lessons brunch spots in Tribeca, Manhattan. And the oil does not disappoint, with a sprig of herb and a dash of balsamic, it is so refreshing coming in from the cold. The bread is super as well. The kids gobble it all up.
At home yesterday, my daughter asked me if she could have a spoonful of olive oil. What followed was a wince and a smile. Not bad for a seven year old. Now I need to see how the two year old reacts.
I want to explore the olive fruit. Along the way I would like to interact and engage with fellow olive lovers.
As a young child my father had to pay me the equivalent of 25 cents before I tried my first olive. That bitter taste has only left me wanting more. Beyond a mere food, olives provide avenues to examine culture, poetry, lifestyle, farming, nutrition, recipes and more.
I want to take a simple walk through an olive grove and feel the magnitude.
Here is to more adventures. Cheers!