| one of many pomegranites on elizabeth's tree |
| modern "frantoio" (oil pressing) where we picked up the oil from the olives domenico had harvested the week before |
| nice fall view from frantoio |
| the garden filled with cabbages, cavolo nero, lettuces, radicchio and more |
| cabbage and cavolo nero |
| a future oil olive presser at work |
| many boxes waiting to be pressed |
| modern machine which separates out the leaves and branches from the olives, all automated |
| elizabeth at work |
| there it is, final product |
| 90 kilos of oil ready for some lucky Umbrian |
| great looking oil |
| after a stop to pick up the oil we headed to the family who makes honey and picked up a few jars |
| honey making equipment |
| after a hard day of procuring oil, honey and veggies from the garden we get treated with another gorgeous view/sunset |
| and a great fire |
| on our sat a.m walk we visit the baby kid goats |
| and the proud father |
| starting our walk |
| we headed to asproli on foot to see the "old" frantoio. here is the village church and belltower which still rings out at noon |
| The old fantoio does it all by manual labor. the olives are first put in here and mashed up (that is done by the rotating blades. step 1 |
| the mats have the olive spread and piled on top of each other and the excessive water is squeezed off. step 3 |
| the olive pate like substance comes out the tube and is spread by hand onto the mat. step 2 |
| Lots of hard work awaits in the old frantoio |
| and who would know that this garage is really the frantoio where the olives were getting turned into lovely Umbrian oil? |
| in a nearby building an old style wooden rake like structure which separated the olives from the branches |
| waiting to be made into oil |
| old frantoio in action, wonderful old machines |
| one of our scrumptious meals all coming from the garden |
| the proud farmer with his little basket of mushrooms he picked in the field |
| the calm before the storm on Sunday |
| storm rapidly approaching with high winds, torrential rains, thunder and lightning |
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| frantoio in action |
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| the welcoming mats were the mats the olives are spread on, loved this entrance |
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| the proud farmer's morning harvest of mushrooms |




















