They called us into the olive mill yesterday: it was our turn. Pressing time for our 300 k+ of olives which we’d hauled in the day prior.
Delivery of our olives to the mill, the day before the pressing..
We headed there immediately: anyone consigning olives to the mills must absolutely be there at pressing time. Each must have their own oil from their own olives: not even the intrusion of a kilo or two of the olives of a neighbor perhaps pressing at the same time!
When we’d delivered our olives the previous day, clutches of men had been gathered around olive crates discussing the olive yield this year (poor – weather too warm!) as they awaited their turns for pressing:
Olives were arriving via tractor and immense shiny stainless steel canisters of just-milled olive oil were heading home in mini-trucks, Api.
Pino couldn’t wait for a taste of our “green gold”:
…..and the yield was even more than we’d anticipated: the containers we’d brought wouldn’t suffice….
….and our mille grazie go to our olive-pickers helping Pino and Keegan in our harvest: Jenifer and Ian from Trinidad and Jennifer from Chicago: