Look!! Aren’t those Nyons Olives?

olives summary: Nyons olives from a recent trip to the west coast; memoir; ‘best before’ dates; reconstituting dried fruits; (click on image(s) for larger views and more photos)

Almost a week after the funeral, he visited Lon’s room, quite bare of Lon – without even the apple box half filled with sawdust for spitting into. The pipes and their rack were missing; the room was quite unhaunted. David felt that in some way a person’s room should hold a trace of them; something should linger. Deserted houses were generally stilled with nostalgia for those who had once lived there; there was usually a mason jar in the kitchen part – an old lady’s shoe with a limp top – a rusted spoon – something.

– W.O. Mitchell, The Kite, p. 16, 17

My mother-in-law’s room is still filled with her presence. Indeed, the whole house is filled with traces of her – her scent in a drawer brimming with fine silk scarves – silk scarves galore of all patterns and colours, a festival of colours and designers (some famous, some should-be-famous) all of the scarves tasteful, even the garish ones from the 1970s. There are notebooks full of her thoughts. The bookshelves are bursting with books on subjects close to her heart and the walls and shelves and side tables with pictures and photos reminding us all of the wonderful vibrant woman she was.

And there, in a basket way at the back of a cupboard were several packages of vacuum sealed oil cured Nyons olives. I remember well T’s dad’s joy as he bought those olives that day in Nyons, saying “These are J’s favourites!”

At the time, we opened one of the packages and tasted the olives, wondering how could they be better than other oil cured olives. But they were. They were fabulous. Olivey, but not too olivey and sweet yet salty, but not too salty. Olives to be savoured and enjoyed slowly, to be eaten with bread and a glass of wine. And maybe with a bit of goat’s cheese.

So. Here were some of those treasured olives – olives past their due date. Way past their due date: Avril 1999. But they were vacuum sealed, so we opened a package and tried one.

Oh my. Dry. Powdery. Hard as a rock. And yet with a hint of the distinct flavour of a Nyons olive.

olives And someone had a brilliant idea. What if we re-constituted them? We’d add boiling salted water and leave them to soak overnight. We did just that. The next day, T tasted one and said it had faded a bit. He drizzled on some good quality olive oil and tasted another olive. His face lit up.

The first time, we ate the olives with bread and wine and toasted T’s Mum as we revisited Nyons in our minds once again. How she would have loved to be with us.

What am I saying?! She was!

I can hear her laughing.

17 September 1996 – 16:10
NYONS Cloudy and overcast 24C
We just came down the strangest hill I have ever experienced!! I was struggling to go 12 km/hr as I descended. There wasn’t a breath of wind. The others were way ahead of me as I pushed my way on the seemingly steep downward grade. But when I finally reached the others, they all said they had experienced the same thing. It must be some weird optical illusion. [It turned out that we had climbed the whole way.] […] We road along the river on a practically deserted small road past fig trees, bamboo, olive trees, vineyards – some picked already, others with grapes hanging heavily from the vines; purple and plump. By the side of the road was dill, lavender and I smelled sage. […]

19:40 We walked around Nyons – beautiful quiet city. There is a Roman Bridge that says 15th century but G maintains it’s much earlier. We saw the coolest sundial pendants [and vacuum sealed packages of Nyons olives]. We may go back tomorrow to buy some. […] There is a curious tall wall high above the city. It looks like one wall of a church, the rest of which has been destroyed. We’ll investigate tomorrow.

18 September 1996 – 10:45 We walked around this morning in this stunningly beautiful town up through narrow winding streets climbing stairs going past stone houses with lovely courtyard gardens and flowers hanging from windows. We reached a little chapel that was actually not so little. It has a cake-like affair on top of the building.

– me, my voluminous diary, bicycle tour from to Dijon to Avignon, 1996

olives We packed some of the treasured expired olives packages and brought them home with us. We reconstituted them and served them with goat’s cheese and herbed olive oil to guests, regaling them with the story of how we came by expired olives in the first place and assuring them that nobody had been even remotely ill after eating them. Each guest, eyes wide, gingerly tried one olive. Each person, eyes still wide, was thrilled and all the olives were gone in no time.

Can you hear my mother-in-law’s pleased laughter still? I can.

wash your chicken! no matter what... And speaking of fear of food…

Are you horrified that we ate expired olives AND served expired olives to guests? Would you be equally horrified to learn that we frequently eat cheese that is past its best-before date too? And yoghurt? (Rest assured that we always warn any guests if we are serving them expired food.)

Please read Michael Ruhlman’s article about eating unsafe food Bacteria! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!

(fabulous image by Alton Brown (twitter.com/altonbrown/status/372332663987638272/photo/1) (altonbrown.com) on Twitter @altonbrown)



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5 responses to “Look!! Aren’t those Nyons Olives?

  1. Katie

    Lovely post…. As to the expiry dates… They are now on bottled water. I heard a commentator on a golf tournament say something to the effect that the water had been bubbling around in the ground for a few million years, but now that the humans are involved it has a ‘drink by’ date…. I use the sniff test followed by the taste test….

    What?! That’s insanity! And I suppose the water is bottled in plastic? Perhaps that’s why there has to be a ‘drink by’ date – to ensure that the water doesn’t get contaminated by the plastic. We use one extra test: the “look out for excessive swelling or bloating in the package” test and then follow up with the sniff test, followed by the taste test. -Elizabeth

  2. Totton

    “And someone had a brilliant idea”??? What do you mean someone? Someone is Totton!!!

    Ooops!!! Of course it was you. Quite right. Sorry about that!! – Elizabeth (I can hear your mom laughing again….)


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