No, It’s Not a Weapon…It’s an Olive Tray

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Most of us expats are veterans at leaving things behind. Amidst the containers of stuff stored, sold, or given away, there is always one or more thing we manage to hoard. I think every one of us has a little kitchen treasure we salvaged from the “big move” to a far away land. Mine was this little number here: my olive tray.

Yep, it came all bubble-wrapped in my luggage.  o_o

My olive tray

I don’t know what it is about this darn olive tray, but I just won’t let it go. I’ve lugged it here twice! Could it be because I live in an olive-loving country and knew that I’d be exposed to lots and lots of olives for real CHEAP prices, AND, I just happen to love olives? At about 19 dirhams per kilo, this tub of delectable Egyptian olives only cost me 2.44 USD! Back home in the U.S. Virgin Islands, this would be astronomically priced.

If I had a daughter, I’d probably name her Olive. Good choice Drew Barrymore!

Olives
I’ve sampled a lot of #olives from the MENA-region, but to this day, the ones from Jordan are my favorite… especially the Zataar-infused ones. Mmmmmm!
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I gorged on Jordan’s olives EVERY SINGLE DAY.

OK, so in a nutshell, olives are actually just as good for you in its fruit form (or drupe) as its oil by-product idolized by cooks and kitchen warriors. I’ve even read that they help with motion sickness, but don’t take my word on that. Look it up. A notable source of antioxidant and anti-inflammatory phytonutrients, most olive trees live hundreds of years. The oldest one is said to be over  8,000 years old!

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Not all olives are cut from the same cloth. Although these don’t seem to be dry-cured like most Moroccan olives, they sure do pack a punch.

So, given my adoration for these little round, salty, fruity morsels of heaven, I’m happy as a clam every time I run across an olive bar in the local hypermarkets. Best of all is that you can taste them before buying!

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I would argue that this is the sexiest fruit on earth. 🙂

So yes, I stuffed it in my carry on. Don’t ask me why. I just did not want to let it go. And – yes – it raised some eyebrows at TSA. I saw when they took a closer look. I’m sure they thought I was kooky for lugging this long ceramic thing with me halfway across the world. But I did not care. I just grabbed my bags and went my merry way.

My olive tray made it in one piece, but we’ve moved so many times – ask me where it is now and I could not tell you. ?

 

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