Monday, 17 April 2017
Easter - photo reportage
It is over. Never again. We say this every year. Days of preparation. A day of celebration. Days of cleaning and picking up the pieces. This time I mean it. Next year I'm going to sit at someone elses feast. I'm going to dress up in my best clothes, arrive in time for the food. Eat, laugh, drink, toast the hosts. Then I'm going home to my nice clean house and my empty fridge. Maybe I'll even go out for coffee after the feasting. Maybe I'll join the throng on the waterfront in the evening for a g and t. Roll on next year's easter!
As usual when a family of greek extroverts get together the air was fraught with friction. Everyone yelling instructions, a few retreats with mumbled threats, dishes slammed down and small conclaves of grumbling serfs . Once the celebrations began, with the first tidbits from the lamb and a few glasses of wine all was well with our world again.
Blackening our doorway for another year. That must be eight years of crosses up there.
A little girl's fancy lambatha for midnight mass
Playing conkers with the red easter eggs.
A bottle of fancy wine for the end of Lent. Two of us drank this nice bubbly Asti. There wasn't all that much wine in the bottle though. It was a thick heavy bottle, very deceptive.
Basting the lamb with an oily rag on the end of a stick
The lamb is off the spit. Great smiles of anticipation!
Alas poor Yorick.....
The head of the lamb ready to go
The first wave of visitors have a snack and a glass of wine before moving on to their own easter feasting
The potatoes were forgotten in all the chaos and were burnt to a perfect crisp. We'll do the same next year....oops, no we won't!!!!
As well as easter we had a very important birthday to celebrate. This was a mosaic refrigerator cake, one of many desserts. We all made one and visitors brought boxes of sticky syrup cakes and milk pie (galaktobouriko) . Kids went home sugar happy
Elli my dear, thanks for the mountain of dishes you washed, the armfuls of plates you carried to and fro, the bags of rubbish you removed from the table and the house, the dirty plates you scraped, the fatty baking dishes you scrubbed, automatic smile you had for everyone and your presence which gave me courage to continue. Danae thanks too for your support and all the clearing up you did too. So who's place are we all going to next year???