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Another crop grown in this region are olives. Olives have been planted in Australia from the 1800s but have had a checkered history. It is only now that we are seeing extensive plantings, so many of the olive groves are still very young.

Musing:
The Olive Australia website says "Our Anglo Saxon population is discovering what Australia's southern European migrants knew all the time. That is, that we do have large areas of well priced land with the perfect climate to grow olives, and that olive oil is a very healthy and necessary part of our diet. The olive oil that was produced back in those pioneering days didn't have a market (other than for medicine), and consequently the price received for the product was very low. Now the demand in this country far exceeds the supply and technology along with modern orchard practices and suitable varieties is seeing the establishment of an internationally competitive industry."

Comments

  1. Yet again you have inspired me: I took a photo of one of my olives here in Waterloo.

    I love the colour of olive trees: I also love olives, green preferably.

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  2. Wine and olives. I'm beginning to see a theme developing. Olive oil is the only oil I cook with. Why would anyone want to use anything else? Sacrilege!

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  3. I use olive oil for cooking too but unlike Julie don't much like eating them.

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  4. This could be another portuguese landscape! :-) I have to take a ride to Alentejo and get some shots there so you may understand what I mean. I'm sure you will agree with me! :-)
    Thank you for the nice comments on all of my blogs.

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  5. JM has more than one blog. I will go investigate.

    Yes, I use only OO in my cooking. It is the only sort of oil on my shelf - Extra Virgin.

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