Having successfully imported our little bottles of olive oil into the UK, the time had come to sell it. Last time we lived in the UK, I used to travel around the North of England selling my home made pesto, … Continue reading Well Oiled Markets!
In mid November, Scott and I packed our suitcases, loaded the car with our beautiful bottles of olive oil, left the dogs and hens in the capable hands of our Canadian house sitters, and set off for the UK. Truth … Continue reading Back to Blighty
If you are reading this, you probably have some Extra Virgin Olive Oil in your home: well, at least you think you do. In the last couple of weeks, I’ve become something of an expert in labelling requirements for olive … Continue reading Extra Virgin Olive Oil: What’s all the fuss about?
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be all the things that little girls want to be: a ballet dancer, a three day eventer, an astronaut, a fighter pilot, etc etc. I did actually take ballet lessons, then … Continue reading Farming and Bureaucracy, in the Organic Style
We are on holiday in Puglia: taking a few days to recharge our batteries before we start to harvest our grapes, and then move on to the all important olive harvest. We were last here twenty five years ago, because … Continue reading Back to the Future
This week I went into Rome on my little train, for the first time in over six months. To my amazement, my little train has changed beyond all recognition, and is now an upgraded version of its former self: a … Continue reading Work in Progress….
Once upon a time, in Life Before Covid, I used to travel to work in the centre of Rome every Monday, on a little train that pootled back and forwards every hour from our beloved Sabina, through Rome, and out … Continue reading New Vocabulary for a New World
This time last year, everything seemed so fresh, so new, so exciting. The sun was shining, the house was half rebuilt, the builders were putting the finishing touches to our lovely new kitchen, and we were emptying the top floor … Continue reading Forty Days and Forty Nights …
A little over three years ago, we decided to become olive farmers. Of course, being middle aged Brits, we had no idea how to do this, but we knew a little bit about pasture maintenance, and a little bit less … Continue reading The Taste of Real Extra Virgin Olive Oil
I’m writing this as I grab a quick break from olive harvesting. I’m sitting on a rather uncomfortable, rickety wooden chair in the corner of the frantoio, (the olive mill), as I wait for the 220 kgs of olives that … Continue reading A Tale of Two Harvests
Olive Hill, Sabina - our farm in the Roman countryside 
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