Every year with every new olive harvester there is, what appears, a ritual. I say “don’t eat any of the small olives we are harvesting for oil.” They then bite into one and say “yuk, that’s revolting.” At which point I remind them of what I said. Another ritual is that I go pick around 45 edible olives and warn them again not to bite into one until they have cured them back in Airstrip One. This time they listen.
R&S fromthe 2021 harvest crew have one such pack and I am in no doubt that the admirable S has already started the four month process. Harvester B also has apack and says he is a great cook. We shall see. In that contest my money is on S. And I too brought home 88 olives to cure at the Welsh Hovel. As you can see they are bigger than an oil olive, mostly black but a few that are green and purple.
I shall report back on my own progress just after Easter.