Grow Darn You

  I've been reading a lot recently about growing sweet potatoes 

 I don't want a crop of them. 

 They are supposed to grow, like an avocado pip, in a glass of water and turn into a house plant 

This is what it's supposed to look like after only a couple of weeks

The reality... 

After a month.... 

Growth? 

Zilch, diddly squat, nothingness 

I've googled.  

'Choose a sweet potato with multiple eyes 

All you need is warm water, a glass jar and sunlight' 

They say

'Suspend your sweet potato in a glass of water by poking it with toothpicks' 

They say

'Make sure it's submerged. 

Put it in a sunny window

Refresh the water every few days

Watch as it grows over the next 2 to 3 weeks' 

They say

I did all that. Plenty of sunlight.  I waited. I changed the water

My daughter Elli has done the same

Zilch there as well

Any ideas? 

I suppose I should buy another sweet potato

We get red and white varities

I'll try a white one 

House Bound

We are in the eye of another short storm. 2 days of rain and wind 

What can a pensioner do on these wet miserable days when he's forced to stay inside with only me for company?

He cooks  

Chicken with hilopites in a tomato sauce

Lots of oil and garlic with bay leaves, a cinnamon stick and allspice berries

Hilopites

Made from flour, eggs and milk

AllSpice berries

It's hard to describe their pungent flavour

Google says a mix of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves.  It's very popular here.  When I make a tomato sauce I'll add a cinnamon stick and half a dozen berries. 

I don't like either but it's traditional

My traditional greek

With a tray of cheese biscuits

The perfect accompaniment to a glass of tsipouro 

Tsipouro.... made from the residue of wine making, skins, pips and stems. 

40-45 proof alcohol

Decanting olive oil

We buy the oil in 5 litre containers now

In years gone by we bought 16 litre tins

Put the Kibosh on.....

To put the Kibosh on something....to put a stop to it

ie  'his parents put the Kibosh on the teenager's plan to hold a party' 

Thanks Wikipedia. That's the perfect example. 

I can hear my father using it in that context. It's an expression he would have loved 

This phrase came to mind this morning. It's years since I've heard it used.

'the phrase has been used in English since the early 1800s. Exact origin unknown. May come from a Turkish word for a whip'

Photos in the Storm

 Why has this storm not been given a name?? 

There was bad flooding all over  the country.  Two people were killed, one by raging flood waters and the other by huge waves while securing a yacht

Our stupid cat 

It's pouring with rain and she's sitting out there on the wall. She's been fed and had a little extra but just won't go and shelter

Daughter Danae suggested she wanted to come inside.  Not this one. I've been feeding her twice a day for 10 years but she still spits at me when I bring her food and will swipe with open claws if I get too close

 

Son in law Kyriako's, blue and white,  water taxi in the distance . It had just been hit by a rogue yacht.  The yacht came free from it's moorings across on the mainland, got swept across the strait and collided with the Socrates which was tied to the wharf on Poros .  Fortunately the damage was minor but involved a lot of paperwork afterwards

Cleaning up

The harbour is full of rubbish

Son in law Yiannis went down to pump out the water in Ks boat

He had to do it with a hand pump 

There was so much flotsam and jetsam he couldn't risk it being sucked back into the engine if he used the boats electric pump

A stormy harbour

Fousa.

 Grapevines under even more water

And now there's more rain scheduled tomorrow 

Red Alert

 

*The time has come the Walrus said

To talk of many things

Of ships and shoes and sealing wax

And eating gingerbread

It's gingery and peppery . The best gingerbread house I've eaten.  K loves it too so thank goodness I don't have to eat it all by myself

Today is the perfect day for eating gingerbread and drinking mushroom coffee. For a start...... 

Last night we all got a Red Alert on our phones.  Extreme weather was on its way. Has arrived.  

We are now being battered by strong winds and rain. Schools are closed today.  I know, once upon a time we'd be battling through the storm barefoot to get to school. Times have changed.  But I must admit that we are seeing pictures on the news of schools with flying tiles and the front yard of the Primary School here floods in weather like this.  

I was going to open the Beaujolais. Vintage 2024

But today I need something to warm the cockles of my heart

I decanted a 'vintage' red, from a 5 litre jar to a smaller bottle and into my special wine glass, a present from a special friend.

The red wine was given to me by my son in law Yiannis . Yiannis gets his wine from a small village a few hours away where family grapevines produce excellent wine. It's a 'bold' tipple.  One glass and I'm glowing 

Meanwhile down under in the Bay of Plenty, NZ, they've also had a Civil Defence warning

Our family man digging a trench to divert flood waters away from their house 

The only difference are the temperatures.  It's probably in the 20s there while it's 7oC here.  

*I hadn't realised how many verses there were to this piece of poetry .

The Walrus and the Carpenter

By Lewis Carroll 

Worth the Google and the read

Ukrainian Freeze

 Ukrainian freeze refers to the polar weather  we are experiencing at the moment

The cold  snap comes down from the Ukraine, with temperature drops up to 10oC, gale force northerlies and snow on the peaks around us. 

I lit the fire at 11 this morning and brought in armfuls of olive wood.  It burns fast and I can see the huge wood pile going down, down. 

A big pot of traditional bean soup, fassolatha, went on the stove early in the morning.  This is Greece's National dish. Not moussaka. 

It would have been even better with a few pieces of sausage but I've eaten them all.  K approved of it as-is so all is well. We have some feta cheese and a tin of sardines to go with it.  Salted sardines are more traditional but he'll take what he gets today. 

Yesterday I was supposed to attend a memorial to commemorate the passing, one year ago, of an elderly aunt but it was just too darned cold. 

I would have had to drive down icy mountain roads to the harbour, huddle up against the glacial winds, take the car ferry across to Galatas and be blown along the waterfront to the church. My fingers would have turned white, my nose would have been running and I'd have been completely frozen when I finally entered the church.  Not to mention being vulnerable to all those seasonal bugs from the close company of a church full of coughing worshippers. 

So naturally I stayed at home. 

I did miss out on roast lamb and potatoes though.  The family had put in a large oven tray of meat before they left for church and they are renown for their excellent traditional Greek cooking.  Aunt Eleni, RIP, used to be head cook.   Her fried cheese bread was irresistible.  Thankfully she passed on her recipes, knowledge and love of cooking to others in the family. 

Daughter Danae has just added something which is worth noting.  Danae makes Tiganopsomo, fried cheese bread, and so do I sometimes.  I have even watched Eleni kneading and frying them but they just aren't quite as good as Eleni's .  Tasty, crunchy but her touch is missing .

She was a master chef and we were fortunate to have had her in our lives.  Eleni was the Aunt of our son in law Kyriakos and became part of our extended family only in the past 20 years

Poppi got another award yesterday

Her Aunt Elli picked it up for her. Poppi is at school in Athens

The Poros Rowing Club held their New Years cake cutting and Award Ceremony 

I'm not sure what the award was for exactly

She helps coach the younger ones when she's on the island too

Our house in the foreground amidst the olive trees

Under winter skies 

And underneath those abandoned houses on top of the hill

Winter Roads

 Walking in the wild.  

I walked slowly today but went further than I usually go.  The sky was blue, there was no cold wind, no traffic or people and I had no time limit. No one waiting at home, wondering why I was taking so long, worrying that something had happened. Nice to have someone back home, yes, but not the restriction. 

I had my favourite country and western music to listen to. And my tablet to take some photos on a wider scale.  The vistas aren't overly inspiring.  Roads and fields, green grass now instead of brown.  Scenery I've photoed over and over.   This is my turf. This is my life. 

The home run.  It's a steep hill as soon as I go out the front gate. 

5 years ago when I started my daily walks up here it took me 5 minutes with 5 stops to reach the top. Now I can do it easily in one minute

I've lost a lot of kilos in those 5 years and I'm a lot fitter

Coming back it's an easy downhill final 'run' 

After a kilometre the sea is on the horizon

The sea, the mainland and the extinct volcano above the village of Methana

A detour along the dirt road leading down to the fish farm

I count the power poles and try and go one further everytime I come along here

Or I continue down the tarsealed fire road round the back of the island

I usually go as far as the small chapel dedicated to St Antoni.  About 2 ks

And it just happens to be 17th January today and the Fiesta of St Antoni.  Happy name day to brother Tony

It would have been decked out in flags today for a festive morning service. 

Looking down over the fertile plateau of Fousa

The water doesn't drain easily from this flat area with its olive trees and vineyards.  In days of yore when there was a greater rainfall the grapevines were trimmed in January from a rowboat.  So they say

The abandoned houses on the hill, slowly falling in on themselves . Built without the correct permits.  Building was ordered to stop over 20 years ago. What a waste.  

Next door neighbour Hera. She follows me quite a long way, on the other side of a high fence. 

She's a malinois, dogs known for their ferocity. 

We get on OK. She gives a bark when she sees me. I speak to her softly and she stops and listens.  I am glad though to have that fence between us

A promise of spring