Thursday, 13 April 2017
Red eggs on Thursday
Thursday is the day for dyeing red eggs. We have dyed 60, ye gods and little fishes. Most will be given away but it is still too many. 'But you never know who might pop in and they can't leave without an egg or two', says the traditional person.
I hard boiled the eggs last night and today they only have to be dipped in a pot of dye and left for three minutes.
When dry they are polished with a little olive oil on a cloth and gleam and glisten.
Like the koulourakia they won't be eaten till after the midnight Saturday church service.
In the evening there is the very long service of the 12 Gospels. After the service the women will stay till the early hours decorating the bier of Christ (the Epitaphio) with fresh flowers. There is a lot of competition between churches as to which is the most beautiful. The women gossip and bicker but it is a community effort. The older women dictate and the younger ones string long garlands of flowers, listen, laugh and learn.
Quite often in the wee hours when the work is finished groups of women will go off to the nearby churches to check-out the other's handiworks. My two girls used to go with their aunt and soon it will be the turn of my grandaughters.
Ferries out of Piraeus are full as the cities empty and anyone from an island returns to their island, their village, their family.
Buses coming into Athens are full, full of slaughtered lambs, tins of village feta, crates of Easter goodies, presents for the children, being sent down from the village family, to those that cannot leave the city.