Recently, I came across a crate of olives similar to the one in this photo. It’s been awhile since I’ve posted anything here and I thought I would do a post on my childhood memory of Greek olives only to discover I’d already done one. So, dear friends, I am re-blogging this and hope it awakens a memory or two of your own.
The moment I saw them in the produce department I knew exactly what they were! I rushed over, my grocery cart making an abrupt left. My squeal of delight must have sounded like a siren as other shoppers pulled over and let me pass causing a gapers’ block in between the peaches and plums!
Olives!
If you live in a Mediterranean climate, you likely see fresh olives in season. If you live in the midwest, you probably have never seen them. Olive trees do not grow in our erratic climate with our harsh, cold winters, long, dry spells, temperature fluctuations, etc. I knew what this box was because once, just once that I can recall, they sat on the small counter of our kitchen.
My cart – and I – came to a screeching halt. I reached into the box and felt the olives, still hard, rolling them around and through…
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Oh Penny! It’s so good to see you here! And what a lovely post to repost! Yay!
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Thanks so much. My hope was to get back into the swing with a post on Nacho’s Nacho. WordPress is hampering my efforts. 😦 I’ll be back as soon as I figure out, but wanted you to know I did get the book, love it, and it is now on its way to the Up North crew.
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I remember reading this when you first posted it. Did you ever find out how Romeo got his name? When I think of Greek olives I think of my dad. A real treat for him would be Greek olives and feta cheese – the only Greek-ness other than his last name that he adopted from his father! When we were little, on the occasions that my mother thought to buy these things for my dad, we kids would put sugar on the feta and smash it in with a fork and that would be our treat!
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Sad to say, I did not. I wish I had asked a few more questions at the time. What neighborhood did he come from? School? Those sort of questions. It will always be a mystery. What an interesting idea to use sugar on the feta. That would cut the tang for children. That’s a nice memory, Janet. Now, I’m craving olives.
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