The Joy of Olio
Suddenly, it matters where my olive oil comes from. Really! It matters from whence my olive oil cometh. What's up with that? So, I'm out of olive oil. Rather than pay $10 for a couple tablespoons of it at the market, I add it to my Sam's Club list and head out the door. Now, you've gotta understand that I've never given another thought to the origins of my EVOO (with apologies to Rachael Ray) prior to visiting Italy, where I paid 26 Euros for a ghastly small bottle which makes everything it touches taste like heaven! (When IS that little bottle going to get here?) In fact, I didn't know it existed until I took on a glorious Italian surname by marriage. No kidding! Good ol' vegetable oil was all I'd ever seen in the kitchen before that. Like I said, I'd never given a thought to olive oil origins - I naturally assumed it was from Italy, of course. Then, on the "oil aisle" of Sam's Club I noticed a sign that said "Califo