Day 32: All About Olive Oil

It's my birthday!  Ok, it's not anymore, but on this day, when it took place, it was my birthday.  I was so excited that my birthday coincided with the first day of the conference and that I was able to take part in a really fun workshop for the day.  This workshop was all about olive oil, and what better place to learn about olive oil than in Israel.

The day started really early.  I am talking soooo early that my hotel had to pack me a breakfast to take with me because they weren't serving their breakfast yet.

Just to give you a little background about this workshop, dietitians weren't the only ones attending.  We also had olive oil producers with us.  The reason for this is that the Israeli Nutrition Week started just as an International Olive Oil Competition was ending in Jerusalem.  Perfect timing, right?  So, this was ending just as a conference on the Mediterranean Diet health benefits was starting.  Coincidence?  I think not!  As I said, perfect timing!

It was really neat because we had a mix of dietitians from the US and olive oil producers from around the world, including the man responsible for organizing this olive oil competition.  From what I gathered from talking with the organizer and a judge, there were 408 samples of olive oil that were judged.  Places like Spain and Italy were top contenders.

The first stop on our tour was an organic olive oil maker using ancient olive trees (by ancient I mean trees that are around 2000 years old) and an old stone for original grinding methods, before using more modern techniques to finish the process.  Here are some pictures I took around their facility.

They made us some cake using olive oil.  It was nice and moist.

Here is an stove that is used to show children traditional methods of making bread.

What was unique here was that the owner, her husband, and her 6 kids decided to start this business and wanted it to be green.  They were very eco-conscience when building this house and did not go to far for any materials.  The inside of the walls are made from straw bound together.  Then there is clay, egg whites and olive oil to seal the walls.

Here is the old stone they use to crush the olives.

You can tell that everyone is hanging on the owners every word.  She had a wonderful story to tell and was so passionate about her craft.  If you are a dietitian and a member of the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics, you may recognize the person sitting to my right (I guess that is the left of the picture).  Any guesses?

Here she is showing us the largest size olive they grow in Israel.

This is the smallest size.

At her place they pick all olives by hand and make top quality oil.  This is when we started to learn about the process and what makes a high quality oil, and what makes up what most of the world receives.  She told us most the of the stuff we get from Spain or Italy is actually the poor quality.  They make good quality oil there, but that is what they keep and use for themselves.  We were told some of the reasons why it is poor quality is because they let the olives fall to the ground and they sit there for a bit getting old and rotten.  They really need to be picked from the tree to be fresh and the best to use for making olive oil.

You can bet we bought some of the olive oil here.  The owner mentioned they do this because they enjoy it, but they do not make a profit from it because it is such a small scale family business.

She was also kind enough to serve us some labneh, which is a Middle Eastern yogurt like cheese dip.

Not to mention we got to try some olives.

Here I am in front of the building that they use to make their olive oil.  This is so you can see the whole house which was made from eco- friendly materials.

Next stop...Nazareth!  I can honestly say I have never been to Nazareth.  Usually I am with Jewish groups, so Nazareth is never on the agenda.

Here we visited a modern day olive oil press.  This is used by many olive growers.  So what happens is that they pick their olives, but then they may not have their own press, so they bring it here to make their own olive oil.  Many people have olive trees, and olive oil is a staple of their diet.  They can make enough to last them all year and some may make it to sell as well.  We were told they are one of the top presses because they take care to clear the machine between each grower and ensure purity among people's olive oil.

Before showing us the machines and explaining the process a little to us, they served us sweets.

Here you can see one of the machines and someone giving us an explanation.

These men gave us a good bit of information about the quality of olive oil and how some products are not what we think.  Maybe they are old and spoiled, or they are faked (as we learned later, which means they are not good quality and then have a little olive oil added in and it gives it the appearance of  a more quality product).  I wish I could remember all the details, but it was a long day and a lot of information.  Basically, read the labels carefully to make sure you are spending money on what you really think you are spending your money on.  It is a top dollar business and there are some scandalous practices apparently with olive oil.

Then we got to taste two kinds of olive oil.  This was the first.  Apparently it is supposed to have some pungency but not really be bitter.  This one smelled a little like grass.  I can honestly say I had no idea that olive oil tasting was done in a similar fashion to wine tasting.  There is a very precise way to go about tasting and some of the people here are trained experts in olive oil.

I liked this one better than the second one.  That is why I am still smiling here!

The second one, which is the dark green oil, is made from a different olive and really burned the back of my throat.  I think some people liked it better than the first, but I did not.

Following the tasting we headed to this place (not kidding it is named Frank Sinatra) and enjoyed a nice lunch.

Hummus and labneh.

Salad topped with cheese.

Following one more lecture on olive oil, we headed out for a walking tour of Nazareth.  Here is the Orthodox Church of the Annunciation, which is where it is said that the Virgin Mary announced she was having the son of g-d.

It is very ornate inside.

This is running water, but I am not 100% sure of the significance.

After the church we were taken to a small store, like a market, which had lots and lots of spices and other yummy things.

Did I mention it was my birthday!  Well, there was a dinner for the presenters, but I wasn't a presenter, so I was included in the fun anyway for my birthday, which was really nice since all of my friends that were at the conference were invited to this function as well.

Dinner was at 2C, which interestingly I ate at last month when I was in Israel.  I love it up here because there is a great view.  This is the sun setting over the Mediterranean Sea. How beautiful!

For my appetizer I had the endive salad.  There were 4 choices, but this was the only one without meat.

For dinner I had macadamia crusted fish with risotto.  It was delicious!

Dessert was chocolate cake, and really yummy.

So, Happy Birthday to me!  What a great way to spend my birthday.  I will say I did miss not being with my husband, but I am happy that I will be with him soon and we can celebrate then.

QUESTIONS:  How did you celebrate your last birthday?  Have educated are you about olive oil, the quality and the history?  Have you ever seen an olive oil press?

Day 12: WTF Travel? Well, Hello Madrid!

We went to the airport with the group because even though our flight didn't leave until 5 am the next day, this was the easiest and cheapest way to get to the airport.  Having stayed all night in the airport the night before, I knew that it would be busy and we could get a table and just hangout, pretty much uninterrupted.

Come 2 am, when we could go check in for our flight to Frankfurt (connecting through to Madrid), we saw the sign that said CANCELLED.  Oh no!  This was bad news.  The good news, or seemingly at the time, was that they had rebooked us all on flights.  Well, bad news.  My mom, Joe and Rach were all booked on one reservation and mine was separate because I used airline miles for the flight.  I was rebooked on a direct flight to Madrid and they were booked through Zurich.  I would get in before them, but we already had a private transfer arranged, and the hotel was reserved in my mom's name (although likely they had my name too, but not sure they would let me check in alone).  For reasons I won't get into at this time, it was somewhat necessary that I stay with my sister and we just didn't want to be split up.  So I was placed on the same flight as them.  We went through security and seemed to be on our merry way.

The flight was really a pain because there was a tennis team with us where some of the members were oblivious to other people on the plane with them.  I was, no joke, smacked a few times by one girls bag as she walked up and down the aisle.  The other members had excessive large bags and some were just as careless pushing them around and trying to shove them in areas where they really couldn't fit.  Thankfully they sat still during the flight and stopped disturbing other passengers (at least those of us in the back whom they had been disturbing when they first boarded, as I obviously can't speak for the people in the front).

So we land in Zurich and we go through customs check and ran, not kidding, I totally ran because we had a short time for the connect, to the next gate, which was a little ways away.  We made it just as they were starting boarding, so there was no time for shopping for chocolate in Switzerland.

Deep breath, right?  Wrong!  On this flight I decided to take a picture of something only to discover I no longer had my camera.  WTF!  How did I lose my camera.  The good news, of course, as I blog and upload my pictures regularly, the pictures had all already been uploaded on my computer.  The only lose was material- the camera, camera bag and memory cards filled with pictures already uploaded onto my computer.

Once we landed in Madrid, we headed to the hotel, checked in, and washed up.  Guess what I did immediately after that?  I went to El Corte Ingles, the largest department store chain (and in store size it is massive as well) in Spain and bought myself a new Sony Cybershot.  I made sure it took Pro Duo cards since I still had an empty 16G card with me, and the spare battery for my sisters camera would fit in here, so it saved in some money since not everything had to be replaced.  Hooray for a new camera!

So, I know some of you are feeling my pain as you have been there too with this kind of incident.  What I will tell you next will probably shock you-and anger perhaps those of you that were not as lucky.  I emailed the airline and mentioned I lost my camera.  Initially I thought I lost it when I pulled it out to take a picture of my airplane meal (the one picture I have actually lost because it was after my upload), then fell asleep, so I thought it rolled off my lap.  The mentioned finding a camera on the escalator by gate A71, the very gate where my connection was.  After describing it to the lost and found, they determined that my camera was in their possession and let me know how to go about getting it back.  At this time it has been forwarded to one of the airports I will pass through later in my trip and I have already confirmed with them that it is in their possession.  AMAZING!

With the help of my iPhone camera, while my new one as charging, I took some pictures from that first evening in Madrid.

We stayed at the Santo Domingo Hotel in Madrid, near Puerto del Sol and the Palacio Real.  I will say the location was phenomenal.  The only issue was that the hotel was undergoing some renovations and our room was dirty (most likely from extended use and just old) and outdated.  It was larger than our parents room, and in fact, they had to switch to a larger room because they couldn't even fit all their things inside their room.  But, like I said, the location was excellent.

Right near by was Cafeteria Oskar and we kept walking by and watching people with olives, potato chips and sangria, so we decided to give it a try.

The Sangria was pretty good, and offered at a great price.

I don't remember potatoes being so popular when I was in Madrid in 2001, but they seemed to be one of the most popular foods at restaurants/cafes/bars.

When we finished with our snacks and sangria, we moved on to get some dinner at a restaurant nearby called Domingo's.

We were brought some paella with shrimp.

Then we ordered some patatas bravas, which is a traditional dish of potato pieces covered in a spicy tomato sauce.

My sister and I ordered some small squids (chopitos), but they weren't exactly what we were looking for.

Lastly, we ordered the gambas al ajillo, which is shrimp in garlic.  This is one of our favorites.

Of course we enjoyed all of this with bread.

I managed to take at least 1 picture of a building in Madrid with my iphone.  I can tell you that I was happy when we got back to the room and my new camera battery was charged and ready to go.

The last thing we did that evening was enjoy some frozen yogurt at Llaollao

I ordered mine with pineapple, chocolate pieces and strawberries.  Yum!  This was a great end to the evening.

I was so happy we had made it to Madrid on time and we had some time to get out and walk around.  Madrid is a beautiful city.  Up next is more on Madrid, including the Palacio Real and the Prado.

QUESTIONS:  Have you ever been delayed due to a flight cancellation?  Have you ever lost your camera?  Have you ever lost anything that you eventually had returned to you?