Puttering around in the kitchen on a rainy morning, making focaccia and pizza dough and setting out little dishes of toppings, and remembering when I first had a REAL olive, instead of black olives-from-a-can. Oh my, what a revelation. Rouen, France, my first French meal - a salade nicoise with tiny nicoise olives.
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Hasn't this been the wetest and coldest spring? It poured all day yesterday!! Seriously, All. Day.
Of course, everything is so green and lush - there is an up-side to everything, huh?
Your olives look beautiful. They remind me of my parent's trip to Spain - mostly they talked about the olive jar in the house they stayed in, which was in the middle of a olive grove! They were spoiled for any other kind of olive after that.
My yes, Barb - Lush is the perfect word to describe the explosion of vegetation in the last week or so - simply beautiful.
Too bad you weren't on that trip to Spain with your parents - to stay actually IN an olive grove must be heavenly *swoon*
Enjoy the rain!
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