A tough old rooster is slowly stewing on the outside gas stove. We'll boil rice in the juices. The tastiest rice you can imagine , full of flavour with a little olive oil, lemon juice and lots of pepper added to the mix.
The, hopefuly by now tender, meat gets liberal squirts of lemon juice, a sprinkle of good fresh olive oil ( the first press of this years olive harvest) , and lots of fresh ground pepper. A rustic meal with local sourdough bread and liberal doses of last years wine (it's Sunday so we can drink an extra glass or two). The rooster was almost local. He came from a small rural 'farm' with goats and rabbits, just down the road, up the hill and round the corner . Oh and a typical greek cabbage salad with a couple of cloves of garlic, carrot, celery and our own lemons. The garlic will keep vampires and loved ones at bay for a few days.
Enough of the food. Being a blog written in Greece the food always come first. Or almost first, behind the wine.