My mother told me that when she was growing up in Cyprus, the olive harvest was her favorite time of year. The whole village pitched in and got the olives off the trees and to the press. The huge brick oven (forni) in the middle of town would bake bread, and the village kids would take the fresh loaves, hot from the oven, run over to the olive oil press and let the fresh oil drizzle from the spout onto their bread. I've been working towards emulating that experience my whole life. |