22nd December

Well, ho, ho, ho. Christmas is almost here.  Father Christmas knocked on our door this morning bearing gifts, dressed in his old track suit pants and sweatshirt.  His official red suit is hanging up over the fireplace and Mrs Christmas has given him strict instructions to leave it there till Christmas Eve.  She's not going to iron it again or remove the oil stains .  Around here Santa is rewarded with a glass of fire water and some fatty pork after these early Xmas runs. Things can get messy. 

His first presents were 8 litres of his very own wine and 1 1/2 litres of his excellent wine vinegar, excellent wine that went wonky.

Followed by 2, 16 litre tins of this years olive harvest, pressed two days ago.  Buy 1 (70 euros), get one free.    The bursting cardboard box in the rear is 20 litres of son-in-laws wine from last year.  He was clearing out his barrels for this years vintage.  I think we'll be having a very happy Christmas, this year.

Vaso's son and our 'koumbaros' (we were best man and woman at his wedding) brought us wine and oil before he left for Athens to join his wife's family for Christmas and New Year.  

Athens is rather jolly at this time of the year, not a bad place to be if you want shops lit up with Christmas lights, windows with dancing Santa's and piped music in the squares and parks.

Their oil harvest has finished for the year.  It's time to enjoy some R and R.  Today they finished the last of their chores, cleaning the nets used for the olive picking and the olive and  oil containers.

85 year old Vaso was out in the fields dragging pruned olive branches into piles and burning them.  She never stops.  Probably on Christmas day she'll be out there burning or weeding though she has been known to pop in for a drink and a smoke.

Our presents are wrapped, the stockings have been mostly filled and I'm knitting non stop to finish 5 pairs of wristwarmers for the grandchildren. 

Paté

Many years ago when I was more a part of the english community here an english woman would make paté and sausage rolls for all of her close friends at Christmas, including me. When she left there was a big gap in our xmas menu.  Sausage rolls are easy enough, if you have the sausage meat or the right sort of sausages.  Greek sausages just don't cut it.  She brought english sausages and sausage meat and real butter from England.

  So I looked up the pate recipe and decided to give it a go.  Very easy I thought and just kept on making it for ourselves and an english friend every year.   

For a country which adores its offal chicken livers are very hard to come by.Now and again, and usually a this time of the year we can find trays of frozen chicken livers and hearts, together.  Thats what I bought this year.   The hearts go into an omelette.

Our supermarket has pate over this period too.  The pate with cranberries has already sold out.  I tried some last year.  Far too sweet.  Then there was mushroom pate.  At 18.60 euros a kilo just not worth it.  

Paté with chicken livers

1/2 kilo chicken livers chopped
200 grams bacon chopped
1/2 cup butter (about 100 grams)
1 onion chopped
2 cloves garlic chopped
salt and pepper
one bay leaf
thyme to taste
wine glass of brandy or whisky
bread crumbs if the mix is too wet
good squirt of mustard

Fry the chopped bacon and put aside

Put livers, onions, garlic and butter in a pot and simmer for 15 minutes or until the livers are soft.  Add salt and pepper, brandy, mustard and bacon.  

Puree with a hand mixer.  If the mix is very wet then add a handful of breadcrumbs.

Eat with crackers and red wine and some blue cheese.  I was going to buy some genuine roquefort but decided that danish blue cheese was good enough for us and half the price.  We have genuine stilton instead.



Word of the Day

deipnosophist  - a person who is an adept conversationalist at a meal

This is one of those words that I can more or less guess at because of my knowledge of greek.  Deipno is the greek word for meal.

Christmas Images

A photo round-up of our December

This is the ship which K has surrounded by Christmas lights for our traditional holiday decoration

Just for fun

an empty can of NZ reduced cream, essential for the classic kiwi onion dip, brought 12,000 miles in a suitcase.  I suppose I'll have to throw it into the recycle bag eventually.  Now it sits nicely beside the very classic wine jug from the island of PAros

English Christmas crackers.  Everyone in the family loves these.  This year I remembered early and ordered from Ebay.  20 crackers for a very reasonable 18 euro and that included the postage.  The boxes are a bit battered but hopefully the crackers will still go bang when they are pulled.  The smaller box is from a big greek shopping chain.  I was in early there too though I doubt they'll sell out.  Xmas crackers seem still to be on the mostly-unknown-foreign list.

Beaujolais and from 2019.

I love a bit of beaujolais but usually the bottles in the greek supermarkets are from the previous year and I know this wine is supposed to be drunk young

Downtown all the cafeterias have some sort of Xmas decoration

The streets at night have lights on the lamp posts in the shapes of trees and stars.  Most impressive this year.

This is the local almond-biscuit making shop.  omg the smell wafted along the waterfront, how could I resist.  But I did.  My traditonal partner was in a hurry to make home before the next 'falling of chair legs' as they say here.  Dark clouds were encroaching, rolling down over the hills opposite

Steps green with moss.  They'll be whitewashed by the municipality before easter next year

We came home last weekend on the car ferry with son-in-law's family oil and wine.  The family have olive trees and grape vines in a small village further north.  A cousin looks after the fields, vines and trees, does the harvest and sends part of the yield down to the family on Poros.

Greek Christmas Goodies

Melomakarouna and Kourabiethes

Honey cakes and butter-almond biscuits

Greek Christmas Sweets

The traditional greek person in our house made these all by himself.  Usually the grandchildren come and make them together but he couldn't wait till they finish school.  No, they must be made early and distrubted to family, neighbours and friends.  He made piles of them and there are only a few left on the platters so he'll be grumbling again soon and making more, by himself if he has to.

I used to make both of these.  There is nothing complicated about the recipes.  Now I make the foreign 'stuff', mince pies, Christmas fruit cakes, chutney, pickled onions and chicken liver pate.  I suppose we are both going back to our childhood roots.  Now I make a little homeamde Baileys as well and some sort of fruit liqueur .  I also make sure we have sage to stuff the chook, brussel sprouts, kumara (sweet potato) and enough sauv blanc to sustain the xmas cheer.

Butter and almond cakes - kourabiethes

For these we buy real butter (irish butter from Lidls) not marg.  In years gone by the traditional person bought fresh sheeps butter by the kilo.  You can imagine what this tasted like.  The sheep.  We gradually turned him over to Lurpak and now he's quite happy with the Irish butter, half the price of Lurpak.  These are sprayed with rose water as they come out of the oven and then drowned in icing sugar.  The aroma is more than heavenly.  Irresistible

Honey cakes - melomakarouna

A traditional Greek honey biscuit, dipped in honey syrup

Made from flour, oil, and orange juice, flavoured with cinnamon and cloves, drenched in honey and crushed walnuts.

These have no milk, eggs or butter so can eaten during Lent and the other many fasting days during the year.  My sis law makes them now and again when she is fasting, to offer visitors

- Word of the day

tintinnabulation

what a wonderful sounding word and you can almost guess the meaning.   The ringing or the sound of bells.

All thanks to the online

Thesaurus.com

Xmas is A Coming and the Pigs are Getting Fat

We don't eat geese here but pork is always centre on the  fiesta table. While others are fattening the pigs I am doing my own preparations for Christmas.

Pickled onions finished today.  They'll be perfect by Christmas.  We dont get tiny onions here so these are quite large.  Not a problem.

1 kilo of onions

Pickled in 1 litre of homemade wine vinegar

and

250 grams of local thyme honey

Heat the vinegar gently till the honey is melted.  Squash the onions into jars and pour over the vinegar.  Add pepper flakes or herbs as you wish.  This makes 4 quite large jars.  I put some baking paper over the top of the onions and this keeps them under the vinegar and not floating above the liquid.

And homemade Christmas mincemeat, fruit mince for those who don't know this english tradition.  In the colonies our traditions were the traditions of Mother England, back then anyway.   Things have changed since my childhood however.  No longer do the 'colonists' eat a hot, filling English Xmas dinner.  Salads and BBQs seem popular, logical considering it is summer in Australia and NZ.

My last Christmas dinner in NZ must have been in 1986 when we returned for a family reunion, at the beach.

Mincemeat is unavailable here in Greece, naturally enough.  I think there is a Marks and Spencers food hall somewhere in Athens which may stock such a thing at this time of the year but Athens is an urban jungle, far far away from my island.

Mincemeat is quite easy to make and I do so every year, freezing any that remains for the following Xmas.  This year the frozen remains were only half a small bowl so I did some shopping and searched the fridge and shelves and made a very pleasing new supply of xmas mince.

Thanks to Google and Youtube anything can be discovered and replicated, as long as you have the ingredients.  

I used  

blackcurrants and sultanas (both greek)

a good dollop of leftover quince jam

half a jar of chopped tomatoes preserved in sugar syrup*

some white sugar

2 grated apples

a good dollop of leftover orange marmelade

a packet of  candied orange peel I found at Lidls

A handful of pumpkin seeds

cinnamon, ginger and cloves

about a hundred grams of margarine

a couple of shots of whisky

a glass of orange juice

I just simmered all this till the margarine melted and the raisins and sultanas plumped up a little with the liquid and it was ready.

*Here in Greece anything can be made into a sweet. Cherry tomatoes and small aubergines are not unusual. No one in our house wants to eat them, including me. They still taste like tomatoes to me. Half the jar went into the mincemeat and the other half into the Xmas cakes

I really have no idea how it compares to mincemeat from a jar sold in Tesco's or Waitrose in England but it tastes darn good to me.

I make my own short pastry and have little xmas mince pies for all the holiday period.

My pies always look very rustic no matter how hard I try.  I have found the perfect size mug and glass to cut out rounds which fit exactly into my pattie pans but no matter how careful I am and how much I try to place them exactly and form pleasing little pies they always come out wonky.  Icing sugar covers a multitude of sins and no one has ever complained so I'm not sweating about it.  Wonkiness is my speciality.

Next will be the Christmas cakes.  

Christmas

We started  decorating for Christmas  by lighting up the wooden boat, made from driftwood and odd pieces, which hangs on the wall.

This is the Greek tradition, to decorate a boat.  Down in our main square we will have, later this month, a little fishing boat and a  tree decked out in festive lights and baubles

Our traditional 'kaiki'

The grandchildren dragged out the xmas boxes from the storeroom and decorated the tree this weekend

Red and white xmas balls 

Clean lines and an appealing contrast against the green of the (artifical) tree

The elves and kalikantzari are gathering

We've had these for years.  A long time ago the coca-cola company gave these away with their end of year bottles of drink.  We ripped off the advertising tabs and kept the elves, exotika in Greek

The naughtiest elves are the kalikantzari who sour the milk,  steal your food, pee in your flowers and I bet it was a kalikantzaro that has lowered my desk chair down so far my knees are up to my chin!

The good elves hanging christmas balls from the rafters

The girls decorated the tree and the inside of the house.  The boys put up lights around the fence and displayed our big bright star which twinkles at night on the roof top.  And the men partied on

The tree at night with the lights reflected in the window

Kala Hristoyenna!!

A Vintage Year

For many years K made his own wine with 'mousto' (grape juice) from our famous (in Greece) wine growing district of Nemea.  We travelled through this area, much of it high in the hills, last spring for a quick visit to the mountain village of  Lower Trikala.  There were endless rows of grape vines from sea level to way up in the moutains, and other very small plots planted in amongst the forest and scrub.  I was amazed at the grapes that were grown there on every hillside, in every valley, some obvioulsy well cared for, nice neat lines, others planted wherever there was space, probably a small family parcel.

Some of the juice from these grapes is made into wine by smaller growers but a lot of it is sent to the big wine makers in the area. We tried years ago to have a wine tasting at some of these big wineries.  Back then they had no idea what we wanted and wouldn't even sell us a bottle of wine.  Nowadays wine tourism is big business but it's still not open house.  You have to book with a group well in advance.

We had a family grower and wine maker we always brought our juice from, carrying it home in big barrels in the boot of the car.

Here is K with 2 of the grandchildren cleaning out his plastic barrels in 2008, ready for the new wine.  This is the year we moved up to our new house in the hills where we had more room for his hobbies.  Before this he had a 300 litre wooden barrel in his sister's basement.  Wooden barrels are hard to keep clean so he changed to plastic and had 2 barrels, one for white and one for red.

And this is the last of that red.  A bottle which has been sitting at the back of the bookcase since then.  I decided it was time to open it.  A bottle I filled myself, with a screw cap.  The wine was very drinkable.  It was obvioulsy a vintage year.  Just wish I had 'bottled' more

And now I have this bottle to open.  I don't know who's wine it is, not ours, but it must be just as old as the 2008 bottle I opened.  I'll let you know.  The other two bottles are also red wine from a few years ago, made by our neighbour Vaso.  I always enjoy her wine and those two have already been drunk.  We are still waiting for her son to open the wine of 2019.  Around xmas he says.

On our next trip to the big city I hope to find a bottle of this year's beaujolais.