Despite being up to my neck in report cards, we also managed to get the olives we picked at the Ericksons cured, freshened, and packed in jars with a brine solution.
Buttery and mild, they taste like no store-bought olive I've ever eaten. This is quite a miracle for a fruit that starts out so hard and terribly bitter.
We now have 19 quarts of them tucked away in the fridge in the garage. They'll keep for a couple of months, so we'll be in olives through Christmas. We also have a bowl of them in the kitchen fridge that I've been visiting regularly while working on report cards. The pile of pits in the compost bucket gives testimony to how often I stopped to reward myself as I worked. The power of olives is a wondrous thing!