This past memorial day weekend the family enjoyed a round trip of around 600 miles visiting various vistas, both natural and man made in the northern reaches of the state of California. We started going out north east past the country's largest olive growing and processing regions, as yet an unknown to us, and stopped by an Olive processing facility to take it all in. Oil of varying kinds and the fruit itself. It was quite a different treat. While we did not witness the physical processing of this pitted fruit since that only happens for a short period in late fall, we did get a tour of the facility. Later we learned how olive oil like wine making or scotch making also lends itself to the single flavor concotion or a blend. After having smoothed our way out of there we headed to a local abbey that cranks out wine of the dry kind. The abbey itself was cool and ancient looking in the middle of nowhere but the wine too dry for our liking. So onward we went and stopped at our ...
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