Mom chose the outfits, nature blew the gale-force winds and we did our Olive Juice thing. What is "our Olive Juice thing"? It's like a favorite family recipe you can't re-create because grandma never wrote it down. She knew the ingredients by heart and mixed them together in smidges and bunches, not cups and tablespoons. She knew it was ready to serve when it looked and felt right, not when the timer went off. She served it with love and you enjoyed it so much, you'll never forget it.