Monday, 28 October 2013
known as 'lotus' fruit here. This is the fruit that Odysseus would not let his crew eat on their way back to Ithaca after the Trojan war. The fruit was so delicious they would not want to leave.
I vaguely remember Harry having a lotus tree in the back garden, somewhere near the banana passionfruit ( over the back loo door) but don't remember ever eating them. Our neighbour Vasso has a tree and gave us a bag. They are really soft and ripe and certainly are sweet and luscious. Her pomegranite tree is loaded as well but the fruit is bursting too early and the chooks are getting them all.
K has a blocked ear. After two weeks I think he has finally decided he must do to a doctor. Drops from the pharmacy didn't work and neither did the oil from the lamp of a saint that his sister gave him.
what a waste of time. I left ours all over the summer and it decomposed all by itself. I have now emptied the compost on the garden. Same place in the garden for the third year. It doesn't seem to make any difference to the crop. Rocket grows well and so do lettuces, but they grow well anywhere in the garden. The front compost bin under the grapefruit tree has been going for years and has never been emptied. The grapefruit tree always has a bumper crop of big grapefruit but who wants so many grapefruit.
The grapefruit tree had a rotten turtle buried under it for 6 months. Kyriako's father used to be nightwatchman at the fish farm over the hills and down on the shore under the sewage plant. He found the turtle washed up on the shore and brought it up to us so we could clean and use the shell. He had this bright idea that we should bury it for 6 months and by then the shell would be cleaned and cleared by the bacteria and worms.
Unfortunately the shell dissolved as well. But I am sure it was greatly appreciated by the grapefruit tree.
Think it is time for action there. When Danae and the kids come up next time they can empty that compost bin and move it over under the mandarine tree which rarely has a good crop of mandarines - mandarines full of pips.
We also put sacks of goat and sheep droppings on the garden each year. I know, we need the soil tested.
five months of hell for me. I discovered I really don't like dogs. I don't like dogs shedding hair, dogs barking, dogs digging up my garden or dogs anywhere near me. I spent a summer inside hiding from the dog, named Flox.
He was abandoned down on the beach below us and the owners of the beach bar thought we might like to adopt him. He was a 'low' dog as in 'cur' AND 'daschound and not a year old. We actually knew the girl who abandoned him there and I can quite understand why she did the dirty deed. He originally lived in Elli's neighbourhood and was known to the kids as 'Balou'. The beach people called him 'Rocky'.
We didn't tie him up at all so he just took over the yard, back and front. At least he didn't bark all night like 'Pita-Dennis', BUT, he jumped up all over us and shed hair by the kilo, stripped the roses, dug holes to China, ripped to pieces anything left lying around from plastic bottles to cushions and tablecloths. We found a nice man on Galatas who just loves dogs and just loves looking after the mongrel.
Thank you God.
Olives and wine -
K has already salted the first lot of olives and that was back in September. As olives are usually ready for picking in late October, November these are really early. Most of the trees around us have no olives for harvest this year - they only have a crop every two years.
K and friends just love these black salted olives but they have not been soaked and have been salted for only a few days. They are bitter and obviously, very salty.
K has no wine in his barrels this year. But plenty of our neighbours have wine. Most of the wine is from grapes harvested only 2 months ago and has hardly stopped fermenting. However 2 of his friends have already opened their barrels and are drinking the 'stuff'.
Some may remember K doing the same thing about 9 years ago so he could provide the wine for Nels baptism at the end of October. Paul probably remembers better than most. He might also remember the word ' ponokefalo'.
Sunday, 27 October 2013
Friday, 31 May 2013
Wednesday, 1 May 2013
A few months ago on one of our 'hospital trips' into Piraeus I bought a bag with holes in it from which mushrooms were supposed to 'sprout'.
And sprout they did. We got two good harvests of 'plevrotis' which I gave to E and D and had a few ourselves. I don't know what their name is in english. It is a flat, flower-like mushroom. Not my favourite actually.
What happened to the last of the mushrooms -
Danae flours the mushrooms and fries them in olive oil. E and D will tell you how tasty they are especially with an ouzo or a beer. We were with the grandchilldren in the garden, digging purple-patched- potatoes, clearing weeds and doing housework. We didn't even get a whiff of what was up. Just the smell remained and a couple of dirty glasses.
A few more dry spindly ones have appeared through the holes in the plastic bag but are not growing . The 'little greek girls' can buy their own mushroom bags next time.
Time for a recipe - a Lenten recipe. I am cooking kalamari with olives. If you like kalamari then try it. They are easy to cook and are quite tasty.
This recipe was given to me by a village woman when we lived down in Crete .
First clean your kalamari. A bit of a nuisance but easier than cuttlefish. Or you could I suppose (downunder) buy a bag of ready cleaned and cut squid.
I had to rip off the tentacle bit, cut out the hard 'beak' , pull out the plastic-like backbone, clean them with water and cut them into rings.
1/2 cup olive oil
handful of stoned olives
as much garlic as you can stand
1/2 cup of wine
pureed tomatoes - preferably fresh, grated
lots of chopped dill - the cretans use a similar herb called 'maratho'. Not sure what that is in english either
salt and pepper
Put the kalamari rings, and chopped onion into a pot with the oil. Add the garlic and olives (I use stoned olives now but when I first started making this dish there was no such thing as 'stoned olives'. I had to stone a handful of local olives and it was a very fiddly job) .
Fry gently for five minutes. Add the wine, pureed tomatoes , the dill and salt and pepper.
Boil till kalamari is soft. Shouldn't be more than half an hour. My kalamari were really big ones and don't seem to be softening. I shall just have to let them stew.
nb: the kalamari did eventually soften and they were damn nice and far healthier than fried. I did not use half cup of oil, more like two tablespoons.
The next day we took the leftovers down to K's sister Dina. Her husband Vangelis has parkinsons and doesn't move about much. They didn't come up so K took the party to them.
I spent most of the next day cleaning up.
Why this blog turns out in half a dozen types of print I cannot fathom. I type it all in the same lettering and it looks the same on the draft. Darn computers.
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
This is one of the last big eat meating days before Lent. The tradition is to eat bbqed-meat. Grilled lamb chops, yum. It is a carnival day and once upon a time (not so long ago) we too used to dress up in costume, go out to a taverna with friends and neighbours, eat piles of lamb chops, dance and sing and enjoy the carnival atmosphere.
Some still do . There is something organised at one of the big hotels. If you have the money to spare it is a great way to take part in this tradition and have some fun. But now most families stay at home to grill their meat.
It was midday when I went down to pick up Natali from kindergarten and the cooking was just getting underway. From the petrol station all the way down the harbour there were the most delicious smells wafting through the air. The rich petrol-station-people always have a bbq outside on this day.
That smoky aroma of grilling meat was overwhelming. And down the backstreet to Elli's place there were wonderful meaty smells coming from every house. Meat on the coals, meat in the oven, meat in pot and meat in pan.
Our neighbour organised a little soiree for his friends. K dressed as an arab and went down to join them.
I stayed at home and enjoyed the peace and quiet before going off to babysit. Later in the day K bought a few sausages and a bit of chicken and he grilled it our fireplace for the girls and the grandchildren.
March 8 and Women's Day.
K is cooking for Jan and I and the girls are going out to have a drink together. Women's day used to be a big celebration on Poros. I was discussing it with Dina (K's sister) the other day. She and I used to join a big group of 'ladies' who organised a get-together. First of all we ate and drank at a taverna and then the whole crowd went on to one of the waterfront bars where there was dancing and great merriment. A lot of these women weren't young either. I watched these little old ladies in amazement with their furs and gold (back then) while they danced on the tables and really 'let their hair down'.
Friday, 19 April 2013
Greek banks will get a final 'haircut' and will close for at least a week. Of course it will all happen on a Friday (like Cyprus) so there is no rush on the banks.
The internet and all communication systems will be down and the country will be cut off from the rest of the world. Anyone who can, should get out of the big cities. This could occur in 30 days or as late as the 24th May or early June. It is the final plan to bring greece to its knees.
While I don't really believe this, it is a very scary message so I'll be getting some more of that shower gel and looking out for special offers on toilet paper.
Must look up those instructions for the sun cooker that we were always going to make. Making one of those will K's mind off the scarcity of pig for a while.
Ye gods and little fishes, why Greece?
And I was just preparing a happy blog page on the plethora (ha, I still do remember some big english words) of wild flowers - blood red poppies, pink and purple anemones, fields of mauve and yellow and trees in full blossom.
So what photo goes with THIS news? Not another pig one that's for sure. Unless....
Wednesday, 17 April 2013
The first time was in 1986 after the Chernobyl disaster.........
The greeks went mad, the media fanned the flames. We were not supposed to eat anything from the fields where radiation might have fallen. Supermarket shelves emptied of canned goods and we saw on television news outrageous stories of families who had filled up rooms in their houses with tinned milk so their children would not be contaminated.
I remember it well. It was spring and the first strawberries were out, selling at very low prices because no-one would buy them, except me. It was back in the olde days when there were no frozen vegetables or imports and everything was sold when in season. We saw strawberries for about a month and then they disappeared for another year.
I bought lots of wonderful fresh, cheap strawberries that spring - and my children grew up, had 'normal monster-like' children and hopefully will see their children have children.
I have just been reading a book about Ukraine and up popped Chernobyl. This author says that when Chernobyl melted the winds were blowing north and thankfully most of the radiation spread to very low populated areas in the north of Russia.
And so to 2000/1 and the millenium......................
I couldn't even afford to stockpile back in 1986 but by 2000 were in slightly better circumstances. We were living on Poros by then, having moved from Piraeus to Crete, to Salamina and then 'home'.
Once again it was all the hype from the media that made me think maybe I should just put a few important things aside. Toilet paper and big bottles of cheap shower gel. Just in case you might ever be in this position, you can use shower gel to wash yourself, wash dishes and I have even put it into the washing machine in small doses when I've run out of soap powder before the next payday. And you must have toilet paper, what else could replace that? Don't waste money on the cheap stuff. Been there, done that too, not a good memory. Fortunately, for Elli and Danae I didn't stock pile dried beans and lentils. We were already eating those once a week. Any more and there would have been a revolution. Teenage tantrums were already bad enough.
Little note. We eat dried beans and lentils because they are a regular part of the greek diet. Moussaka is not the national dish of Greece. But 'fassolatha' is. Fassolatha is a dried bean stew with lots of carrots, onions, celery and tomato (and olive oil).
As we all know the millenium bug was a non event. I discovered
the loo paper and shower gel at the back of a cupboard when we gave our house to Elli and moved out up the mountain 7 years later. Three huge bottles of cheap shower gel and loo paper covered in cobwebs which no-one wanted, not even me. We had moved even further on..... into those false times of wild spending when we thought we had finally joined the consumer society. So of course we were using designer toilet paper on our behinds by then.
And how long would 3 bags of loo paper have lasted anyway with so many bottoms in the family.
21 December 2012..............................
Another non-event. It did cross my mind that maybe I should buy a few extra kilos of beans. K did that for me. We have a truck that comes every week from Tripoli (greek Tripoli) that has very tasty and quick boiling beans and he ALWAYS buys in bulk. We still have about a kilo of those to go.
Angela Merkel and the media have put the fear of hellfire and brimstone into us these last few years. If Greece goes bankrupt or has to go back to the drachma we will have standard of living of Bangladesh/Niger - third-world/poverty/hardship/distress -
Thesaurus. You name it, if it sounds frightening it has been tossed at us.
And we were bombarded by this propaganda every time the deadline for the next bailout money came up, every election, every big decision. Put those greeks in line. Scare them into submission.
But we heard it too often, nothing ever happened, we always got the bailout. It was like the small boy yelling 'wolf'. We don't watch the news anymore and all is well with the world. Everything we need to know comes in official envelopes. Tax bills, pension cuts, 'special' payments. We're the lucky ones. We still enough money to pay the bills and buy a few litres of wine.
And poverty??? We'll always have enough broad beans to eat and Vasso has just brought us half a dozen lettuces, a few kilos of spinach and some beetroot. She must be cleaning out her winter vegetable garden.
Did you know that you can blanch and freeze lettuce? No good for salads but it makes a great fricase or stuffed lettuce leaves. And beetroot. We've had a few too many of them too. I have just filled up two big jars of pickled beetroot. Maybe the kids will take the rest.
Pension cuts still being made, the Troika still threatening more. It is always interesting to see what they have left us, month after month.
We are powerless. Why worry. Worry just makes it worse. Greek people enjoy life. Full stop.
Ooops, brave words -
I have just had some scary info on our economic situation and I just might ignore my own wisdom and start a new stock pile.
More news on the next instalment .
And now for some rather old photos.
Saturday, 13 April 2013
Vaso is one of a disappearing generation. She's a tough nut. Works very hard, drinks hard, smokes like a chimney and watches over every penny. And she is very clued in. Watches the news every night and handles her money shrewdly.
She always entertains us with stories from the past. Her childhood was harsh and she worked long days from a very young age herding goats and working in the fields, those of the family and the neighbours if they were paying. Her memory is sharp and the tales she tells of life on a small holding and how they survived are tales of a generation just after the war, just able to live on what they produced or made for themselves. Some days all they ate were a few walnuts, mandarins or even the juice and flesh of their lemons. The milk from their goats and the egss from their chooks were sold to buy essentials for the large family.
Her working mode is so different from her Sunday-going-to-church look. Vaso 'cleans up' nicely and looks extremely chic at weddings and funerals.
Her son is in the navy, like K was, and is a good friend of ours. He was Quartermaster at the Navy base here before he was transferred to Athens. She also has two daughters, one is a high school teacher and the other the chief of police on the island of Lefkada. Vaso was determined they should all get educated and have good jobs.
The day turned into night and it was after many many hours that K's friends finally wobbled off on their motorbikes.
Thursday, 11 April 2013
Any of you who might like to write take heart and get yourselves into action (Linda?)
Edith was in her 83rd year when she started writing her life story.
Monday, 8 April 2013
Danae and children have already been swimming. Think 'swimming in September in Nz'. Think 'freezing'
She and her children came up on Saturday and we did some cleaning. George dug up the potatoes that were left. Half of them have purple patches in the middle. We aren't eating those. Looked on the web and there wasn't much about purple-patched-potatoes but no-one seemed to think that we should eat them. Nothing to do with the proper-purple-potato. Half the crop is ok..... see photo below
We cleared three huge bags of wild sorrel from the front garden. The lettuces have finished but the broad beans are ready for picking now. K loves them boiled and eaten with olive oil, lemon juice and a garlic/bread sauce called 'skorthalia. Our neighbour just brought in another bag of his broad beans for us and I already have a big bowl in the freezer. We definitely have too many broad beans.
The garden looks nothing like it should at this time of the year. Two years ago we paid an albanian 40 euros to clear the gardens and 'lawn' (think knee high weeds) and dig the small garden plot ready for planting. Last year we paid him 20 euros ....this year we have to do it ourselves and the result is patchy. It needs an albanian (or bulgarian/romanian) to come and tidy it all up and do some heavy digging.
K is no longer fixing washing machines and doing extra work. Someone (a 'friend') ratted on him and he has been warned. He could lose his pension or get a huge fine. He still fixes things for friends and neighbours and now and again gets paid in money but is more likely to get a few eggs, a bag of lettuces, a bottle of wine.... or some more broad beans
Last Saturday we had a church service to say 'thank you' for Jamie's good health. Kyriakos had pledged a service if all went well. It is a common thing to do.
It was held in the tiny little church at the end of Askeli beach where he was baptised. The priest, the chanter, the lady-who-helps and four others fit inside. The candles, the main icon and the rest of the congregation stand outside.
This is the church and that is Jamie having just been
baptised. With his Mum and Dad (left) and Nona (godmother) on the right.......6 years ago
Our camera is broken so I'm giving a bit of colour with some old photos
Jamie (Dimitris) was born with a calcium growth on his kidney and he was under weight for a long time - but still a very active child. He goes for tests to the children's hospital in Athens every three months but is normal weight and height now and even more active.
He has blood tests once a month and is so used to having a needle stuck in his arm he does not even flinch. There is always a smile on his small and devlish face.
Any one with small children may know the kids programme 'Sam the Fireman'. Sam spends his time rescuing and saving a little boy called Norman Price who is always getting into trouble. Jamie's second name is Norman.
Kyriakos and Elli arranged the service, picked the priest, chanter and helper up at 6.30 am, provided the candles, oil and communion wine and paid them all a small amount. Dina (Kosta's sister) brought the bread with the holy stamp and I made the 5 loaves to feed the 5,000 (16 people that were in attendance.) These are five small loaves which are blessed along with the holy bread and cut up and given to the congregation at the end of the service. It is a sweet bread flavoured with mastiha (from the island of Chios) and with lots of red wine and orange juice. I have made these loaves before but this time I surpassed myself. It is a Cretan recipe I use.
There is a blessing for the health of Jamie and the priest is usually given a list of family names to be blessed at the same time. Then anyone who wants to takes communion. The bread is shared around and usually there are cakes and sweets handed out as well. At some fiestas small pieces of fried fish are handed out too - think, '5 loaves and 2 fish that fed the 5,000'.
George and Jamie were in charge of the candles and it kept them quiet most of the time. Everyone when they arrive (at any time during the service) kisses the icon and then lights a few candles which are placed in a special bowl of sand. George and Jamie arranged and re-arranged the candles, re-lit them when they were blown out and removed them when they had burnt too far down. Perfect job for little boys.
Afterwards we all went to Elli and Kyriako's house for coffee and then ouzo and seafood - and enough wine to drown the 5,000. It ended up being an all-dayer.
Kyriako's family live just across the water on the mainland village of Galatas. His two maiden aunts are typical for their generation. They make every thing from scratch including their own bread and cheese. They have chickens and a couple of goats. One of the goats has just had four little kids. They had the bright idea of giving us one of the kids to keep our garden clear and provide us with milk to drink and make cheese. Thankfully Kyriakos talked them out of it. Our garden is too small and they might eat up all the broad beans. I would like to try and make some cheese one day. Making a 'sort of ricotta' out of yoghurt is easy and Rainy makes feta. What sort of milk do you use Rainy?
Goats are marvellous lawn mowers. Our next door neighbour has five goats and they keep her acres clear and clean. Though in the summer they must need extra feed because everything is dry and brown. Of course one of the goats has been tagged to be the sacrificial 'lamb' at easter.
Danae and Yiannis have 'acquired' 2 golden mountain puppies. Heaven knows what they will do with them. They already have Spot the scots terrier and these two apparently will end up the size of a bear. Danae gets bottles of goats milk from a friend of hers as they are still very small and aren't eating solids. Yiannis says he will keep them and train them. Good luck. They must just about bowl him over now at a few weeks old.
Greek easter is on May 5th this year. A whole month after the rest of the world.
We are well into Lent now. Danae and Yiannis are not eating meat for the entire 6 weeks. We will be starting as soon as we finish off Sunday's chicken.
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
13 is the Creasy's lucky number I believe.
We had the driest summer for 80 years and everything shrivelled - even the grass over the leaking septic tank . The priests had a special all night service to bring some rain and there was a light shower a week later.
Snow fell briefly. The icy Siberian blasts brought below zero temperatures at night.
Heating oil is so expensive and money so short that everyone who can is using a wood fire or wood burner for heat. The smoke cloud over Athens is apparently causing a smog problem. Heating oil went up from 1 euro to 1.30-1.40 a litre. A ton of wood went up from 120 euros last year to 180 in some places but it is still much more economical than the central heating.
The house is much colder because heating oil is so expensive we don’t use the central heating. We did manage pay for 100 litres but turn the heating on only the very worst days. We also got half a ton of wood for our fire place. That meant many hours of cutting and stacking but we do have a fire which keeps two rooms warm in the evening and K can bbq. The house stinks of smoke and fish after these sessions but he is happy and he can invite a friend for company...etc.
He made a special long handled frying pan so he can cook over the fire and has various other grilling devices.
A hot water bottle stops that first shock of icy sheets when you dash for bed after changing into chilly pyjamas.
17th January was the feast of St Anthony. We have a small church near us which is dedicated to him. K goes to the early morning service and is sometimes detained for roast pig and hours of wining and discussion. This year he came back with his pockets full of sweet bread and wrapped chocolate treats. Anyone with an Anthony or Antonia will bring trays of cakes and sweets to hand out after the service.
In some town in Italy the tradition is to make boozy apple pie. Their wine barrels had accidently been emptied (major catastrophe) and St Anthony miraculously filled the barrels again. I presume it was an area that produced apples and so the apple pies with wine....and wine to help it down the gullet as well I am sure. St Anthony is also a finder of lost things and a healer of various body parts. These body parts are depicted in bread dough, baked and taken to the church....in Italy, not in Greece.
Slowly slowly our money is getting chipped away and will continue to do so for a while yet. We are getting used to living on very little. K’s pension was 2,700 a month , it is down to 1,460 now and will be chiseled down to about 1200 by summer – we hope it will stop there. ¾ of that is paid out in bills and taxes every month . We are lucky not to have to pay rent and K does electrical repairs where he can for money under the table. The poor are getting poorer and the rich are getting richer. As usual.
Upon the just and unjust fellows
But more upon the just because
The unjust steal the just's umbrellas"
Over 300 people on Poros have returned the number plates of their cars because they can’t afford the tax or insurance needed to run them. That is a lot for this small island. Our next door neighbour has two cars but only one with number plates. When he wanted to take his olives to the press he put them in the old car, changed the number plates over and went off to press his olives. The greeks are ever resourceful!
Today we were all going for a picnic on the beach but there are gale force winds so the kids had a picnic on the living room floor. K bbqed some (rubbery) octopus and we had some ouzo and a buffet and then went down to the beach for the kids to fish. Didn’t catch any fish but the rubbish on the beach yielded eight old shoes, ten cigarette lighters (rusty) and a load of plastic. The south wind blows straight into the bay and it is always interesting to poke about in the debris - with a long stick.