Vintage Olive Oil Press
I’ve never before seen an olive press, but here in Mallorca I’ve been spotting them in curious places. Like in the middle of a round about that leads to the beach from our house in town. Who would have pressed olives in the middle of traffic?
But seriously, I didn’t know what it was until we went to my husband’s family’s “finca” and there they had one! An olive press!
Oh, a finca means country house in Spanish. I just love that word and if I ever am blessed enough to not only own a home but a country home, I’m calling it a finca, wherever we live.
But back to olive presses. Here is a picture I took of the olive press at the family finca. It’s for sale, by the way, the family finca. If you’d like to get away from it all, steep yourself in a little Spanish history, boy do I have the place for you!
Isn’t this press just divine, though? What those little baskets are for at the bottom, I forget. Something about capturing all the oil as the olives are pressed. Beautiful to look at. So mysteriously old and yet so neatly stacked.
I’m hoping to hang this picture on our wall when we return home. If you’d like one, I can print one for you, too. (I used to be a supremely good photo printer, but now I trust a professional in San Francsico, so it’d be the real deal, not a snapshot!) Just let me know through the contact form and we can talk.
Here is another part of the device that is used to extract oil from olives. Fascinating, no? Everything is engineered for a purpose, but each thing has inherent beauty, too, which is certainly amplified.
Like these oil jugs. OMG! Hand blown blue glass jugs. I’m in love with these. If I could figure out how to safely get one home I would. For now a photo will have to do.
Maybe I could put a whole series of olive press photos in a kitchen to remind me how beautiful hard work can be. Which ones would you pick from these?