01/11/2026
Closing out 2025 and heading into 2026.
This year was a lot.
We’re really grateful for everyone who supported Molon Ladi this year. This community, the conversations, the stories people shared about food and family, that’s what kept us going when things felt shaky.
There were moments in 2025 where we weren’t sure we could keep operating. Between tariff uncertainty and rising costs, raising prices wasn’t something we wanted to do. What helped was meeting people who actually care about where their food comes from and why this work matters.
I also want to say sorry for being quiet.
In September, we lost my older brother Mike. He is part of this legacy, he lived in our village with my grandparents, grew up in the same olive groves we harvest today, riding around on my grandma’s donkey. Since then, I haven’t had much in me to respond to messages or show up online. I will be responding to everyone within the next couple of weeks.
We’re completely out of olive oil right now (which is wild). I was in Greece in November harvesting with our family, and fresh oil is coming soon.
Thank you for sticking with us, for your patience, and for supporting a very human, very imperfect small business.
We’re nothing without you. Truly. Photos:
1. My aunt, uncle, and me hiding under an olive tree when it started raining out of nowhere.
2. My aunt running the machine that knocks the olives off the branches.
3. One of our groves — 1 of 3.
4. Part of the olive pressing process.
5. My grandma, cousin, my mom, and baby Mike on my grandma’s donkey in our village.
Molon Ladi 🫒
