We walked the land on Sunday, to check out the state of the olive harvest. If this year’s crop goes according to custom, you get a year “on” and a year “off”, and this should be the off year.
Sure enough, the crop is much smaller than last year, in which we had a bumper harvest. We certainly believe we have enough for a press, but not much more than that. That’s ok, though, because that makes life more interesting – never knowing for sure what’s there, until the very last minute! In fact, even now we can’t be sure of the crop, because if these strong winds continue, then the riper olives are blown off the tree. Not to mention the fact that you can’t lay the nets under the tree in high winds!
It will just be the two of us again this year, as the crop size doesn’t warrant hiring help. That is both good and bad. It saves us money, and it’s a great feeling of accomplishment when the work is done. But man, oh man, is it hard work! Hopefully both dogs will be up to helping, as usual – but with Fitz still battling lymphoma, he may not have the energy to tromp around the hills all day.
I guess this means I better get busy planning those high-calorie meals that you need to keep working all day. I usually cook ahead for the week, as at the end of the day we are way too tired to cook!
So the hearty foods come into their own now – chilli, stew, and my own personal favourite from my childhood, kumla. That will really make my brother jealous!
The photo shown is not my own kumla, but taken from food.com. Note that the vegetables on the plate would not ever be on the Swedish table – salad in winter? I don’t think so!