I don’t know anyone that doesn’t like to receive gifts. I know I do, but I oftentimes find it more rewarding to be the giver than the receiver. Or is that the gifter than the giftee? I don’t know but you get the point. Pressies are nice and we should all make an effort to share either by being a thoughtful gift giver or a grateful recipient as they are equally important.
Every now and then…..
I am the fortunate recipient of a thoughtful, unique and useful gift. One that the giver put some thought into about who I am what makes me tick. And that makes me smile. This Christmas I received just such an item. Olive oil. Yes, olive oil.
Being married to a man with Sicilian heritage you quickly learn that there are some important rules in the kitchen. Like making your own ravioli….by the hundreds of dozens or calling the spaghetti sauce “gravy” and never, ever take an Italian or a Sicilian out to eat at a restaurant chain with “Olive” in it’s name. But most important is that the men can cook and they know that the beginning of nearly every worthy Italian dish is quality olive oil. Whether you use it to saute’ onions and peppers, drizzle on your spinach or make chocolate cake, this golden green elixir is the essence of being Italian.