One of the true joys of our Taste of Orvieto trip is the day we pick olives. Picking olives is quintessentially Italian. Most people have their own collection of trees from which they believe the world’s best oil is found. So to spend a day where we pick, press, and leave with our very own oil is so Italian. And of course our oil is the world’s best!
Here is our group, olive trees behind us, nets spread out ready to catch our harvest.
We use small rakes to pull olives off the branches which fall onto the nets from which we gather them up to be taken to the press.
Beautiful to see the fruit of our labor heading to be cleaned and then sent to be pressed.
We had to get in line behind this gentleman who brought his olives to the mill for pressing. He watched over every last detail carefully.
This is his Ape with containers for his oil.
We have lunch at the mill – Bartolomei. There is nothing quite like fresh oil on bread toasted over open coals.
Rita about to put the oil on our bread.
It’s always a fabulous, filling lunch at Bartolomei!
Our oil begins to flow.
We help fill our cans.
A beautiful, tasty memento to take home and enjoy over the winter!