I heard on the radio today that the market for ‘Extra Virgin olive oil’ has reached record levels in the UK - Â£71 million last year. It reminded me of an incident that happened back in the days when I had a propr job. (They made me work 5 days a week and everything!)
I was working in a co-operative, dealing in nuts, grains, dried fruit, that sort of thing. Among our best customers were the nuns of a nearby Benedictine Priory. They would ring in an order, we would pick it and a couple of nuns would come to collect it. Every once in a while the Mother Superior would fancy a trip out, so she would come with them and on these occasions she would take some time to look round our store.
During one of these visits I was working the shop floor, replenishing the stock on shelves. I noticed the old lady standing by the stand where we had our various vegetable oils. She had a puzzled look on her face.
“Can I help you, Mother?” I asked politely.
Her eyes twinkled. “Yes, young man.” She points at the olive oil. “We are virgins. But what is an extra virgin?”