Thursday Work Day

 Holy Thursday.... work day

Traditionally the day to dye all those eggs.  Traditionally the colour is red

Chief Easter Bunny 

Traditional day for traditional koulourakia too

The little easter bunnies getting into action, Nels and Poppi

Factory line

Because they've got butter and eggs they not supposed to be eaten till after midnight on Saturday

I can assure you they're delicious, buttery, crisp on the outside, orangey and aromatic

The Easter bunnies had a Nana-list

Moving round the heavy pots in the garden and doing some pruning

Changing the duvet cover

Searching out stuff at the back of the cupboard

Scrubbing a few winter rugs

Poppi doing what she's told to by her big sister

Poppi says she is NOT doing what her sister is telling her to do. Pritz! NEVER

They cleaned up everything before they left, did all the dishes, hung the rugs over the gate to drip dry. I was exhausted just watching them 

Grandkids grow up and move on. It's absolutely wonderful when they return

Easter Week

 Palm Sunday............

 A traditional fish eating day.  The rest of the week is strict fasting for many.

Holy Monday....

Nice sunny day so I did some washing

Holy Tuesday......

Holy Moly, a miracle.  Cousin Julia's Xmas card arrived, from England, in time for Easter.  Thats got to be a record for the P. O. 

First waterfront coffee of 2026

Locals sitting in the shade in jackets, tourists in the sun in short sleeves

Shopping

2 trays of eggs. That's 60 of them to hard boil and dye red

Spring flowers and a pungent basil plant. Now I have to put them in the ground.

  I already planted my little marigold, the sage cutting and sweet potato 

Saw our first tortoise shuffling up the road. No snakes yet

Wednesday........

Boiling those 60 eggs without breaking any.  Yeh, that never happens.  We are told to add vinegar to the water, salt, or put a cloth at the bottom of the pot so they don't rattle around.  All useless tips.  Some are always going to break or have cracks in the shell.  I'm not in charge of this operation but I get to eat all the broken eggs.

Only 4 or 5 broken, so far.  The cracked ones are going to get dyed with the rest tomorrow.  The dye isn't toxic, they say

Lenten Cake and Lazarakia

 This Saturday is called the Saturday of Lazaros.  In years gone by I've made Lazarakia, little sweet-bread-men in their funeral wraps. They represent Lazaros rising from the dead.  A bit creepy really but very tasty hot from the oven.  Very traditional but I didn't bake any this year

This cake recipe is easier........... 

A cake with no eggs, butter or milk

K loved this one so it's safe to make another one and send out the recipe.  It's vegan, very easy and lots of flavour

In a bowl whisk

1 cup of olive or seed oil

2 cups of sugar

3 cups of some sort of fruit juice. I added a shot glass of orange liqueur too  

Mix in 4 cups of self-raising flour

It's a very sloppy mixture

Pour into a cake baking dish. I used one of those with a hole/funnel in the middle

Bake around 44 minutes at 180o

It sounds very different from the usual cake with butter and milk and eggs. And the mixture is so wet.  Amazingly it turns out perfectly .  Some cakes like this are crumbly. This one is moist and rises well.

I've made three of them this Lent

NB

A memory. I posted about Lazarakia a few years ago when I had actually made a batch. Someone commented how ghoulish they were and they wouldn't eat them.  It hadn't even occurred to me that they might be seen that way.  They're so much a part of greek tradition I just accepted them as part of the pageant.  I look at them in a different light now.  But I'd still bake them, and eat them, if I could be bothered. Hotcross buns are similar but far more acceptable, in my family 

'Deaf' Week

 This is 'Silent' or 'Deaf' week for us.  Time to clean house and home and prepare for Easter. I had a haircut and colour yesterday. That's me done. 

The week ends with Saturday of Lazaros and then Palm Sunday

Then it's Holy Week. There's a special church service everyday winding up with the candlelight parade on Good Friday and the great Easter Sunday celebration

K got into gear and arranged for our annual garden clean up

Sani from Pakistan our happy helper

He had a huge smile on his face when I asked if I could take his photo

Ks 'treasures' are still there round the edges but the jungle of weeds has been conquered. He didn't leave a blade of green

This photo is from the internet but this is what we did before Easter every year when we lived in town.  We whitewashed all our steps and walls. 

The municipality white washes the steps and alley ways now. Or they will if the rain ever ends. 

Sani says he'll come back next week and whitewash our garden walls.  What a great lad

Covered in red silt 

More cleaning

Down on the harbour they're sucking this away quickly

Erminio

 

*Erminio is the name of our latest storm. 

 Yesterday the skies opened and it rained long and hard. We had hours of very heavy rain and rumbling thunder. 

The red Saharan dust cloud  was so thick it felt as though we were captive inside an impenetrable red blanket.  Crete was worst affected and they had to close airports.

Two of our family homes, Jan's and Elli's, were flooded.  Elli had bad leaks in several rooms while Jan had a river running through her dining room and kitchen.  Never happened before. It was the huge endless cascade of water. And yet we had no drips or drops at all in our house. That's a first for us. It just depends where wind is directing the torrent

 Facebook messages from the Mayor  warned us of roads closed because of mud and debris and huge amounts of water elsewhere. Driving anywhere was dangerous . One car was washed into the sea.  Make that 3 cars.  

Water taxis and the car ferry were prohibited from crossing the strait.

Schools are closed today, Thursday, while the buildings are checked for damage and school yards are drained of flood waters. 

We spent the morning checking Facebook photos of the damage and watching tv news. TV crews arrived from Athens and covered the major damage

Fousa. The fertile plain just above our house with its small vineyards 

All the vineyards are completely under water now. Thick red slimy muddy water.  The red Saharan dust is supposed to contain vital minerals but also has toxic elements 

Daughter Danae's 'private' sandy beach has been changed completely and now has a stony sandbar and exposed  pipes

One of the 3 cars swept away onto the newly formed bar of stones and rubble .  Another car is completely under water 

The 3rd car entrapped under the collapsed bridge

The road above has almost completely fallen into the river bed

The old river bed, now calm.  The last time mother nature turned this back into a river was 2014.  Last night it was a powerful mass of raging flood water

The Mayor and his work force are striving to repair the roads and get rid of the debris.  Hotels in this area were preparing for the Protestant (or Catholic) Easter

All my family know this area well. It's the main tourist beach. That's the wall of Helen Apartments on the left and cousin Mike lives just a little further down the river bed.  His house is slightly higher up so no damage.

Across on the mainland, at the Lemon Forest where Jan lives, the road has been closed because of the piles of debris and mud washed down from yet another old river bed.  She has hardly dug herself out of the last storm and is now engulfed by another.  She can't get her bike out and is just a little too far to walk into town for groceries. 

The Municipality will have to do some fast clean up there because the road below her is the main road connecting  Poros and Galatas with all the towns further south, Ermioni, Porto Heli and ferries to the islands of Hydra and Spetses

*Erminio

meaning strength and wholeness 

Italian not greek 

'Spring' Clean Up

A week ago the weather seemed Spring-like and I got out and started clearing away the winter weeds, nasturtiums and sorrel/oxalis

Unfortunately it wasn't Spring and since then it's been cold and wet. Everything was left till the sun came out again.  

Today we have another storm. Thank goodness we got more wood for the fire.  We were just given a fright by the blaring of the Civil Protection Alert for our area. There's a bit of thunder rumbling around and the sky is  dark red with clouds full of Saharan dust. I won't be moving far from the fire today

Garden bits and bobs

Last year's flowers flourishing 

Love the colour

And the red of the hot peppers, mint just starting to show

Empty winter pots filled with garden deco to deter cats

The tomato plant that grew from a buried greek salad not only survived the winter but now has 2 or 3 small tomatoes.  Just amazing

Old and new

Last years hot peppers and christmas bulb still wrapped in silver paper

this years basil and marigold plants

I started the clearing then yesterday young Sani from Pakistan cleared the rest. What took me 3 days took him one hour. He shaved the earth and even got rid of all the garden waste

Sani with his permanent smile completing an  awesome clean up

The cats new toilet

They make my blood boil

My Girls and Me

Every day is daughter's day

So, a short celebration

If you asked me today

'if you had the chance would you go back and change your life'

I'd have to say' NO'. I wouldn't have missed out on these two girls and their adorable children for anything the universe can offer. 

Would I tell others to dare to do the same? I would say a big 'No!' to that.  Stay at home, stay close to your folks, enjoy your culture, your roots,  marry one of your own.   It's not easy adapting to a foreign life, accepting a foreign culture. 

I miss my downunder family even though they visit often. I hope they can continue to travel now as this world, and our lives, are being torn apart. And as we all grow older. Thank the powers that be for social media and Whatsapp but it's not the same as having them in the next town, state, even across the Tasman Sea,  somewhere we can meet now and again for a flat white, a custard slice, reminisce about growing up and laugh together.

 Thankfully my girls, my dear sons in law, grandchildren, are close by and I know I'm blessed. As I am with my foreign husband who supports and cares

Elli's balcony

She's living in the family house down in the old town.  It has a roof terrace with a panoramic view of the harbour and a balcony full of pot plants

She sends me marmite recipes, NZ memes, NZ recipes that she hopes I'll take the hint and cook for us

That reminds me it's time for hotcross buns.  This weekend Elli, and Jan, and the rest of you 

Danae, eternally aged 28 (with a son of 24. How dare he!! ) 

Phones me for advice on a recipe,  sends me all the latest kiwi goings-on from NewsBeast.gr

 NZ only gets in our news feed when it's something strange and downright weird .

Now an empty-nester she's bringing up Boem

Elli's bundle of joy

Junior is now a senior

The three of us

We all love NZ. The girls have visited quite a few times and have NZ nationality