What a day. It's a public holiday and another huge celebration. When the children were young we went on picnics and flew kites, both part of the traditons of this day. We ate shellfish, flat bread baked without yeast, pickled vegetables and fish roe.
Times have changed. The children have grown up and for the grandchildren, coming up to our house is like a frolic in the wild.
For the adults, it is another day of ouzo and wine, lots of octopus, taramasalata, prawns, and sea urchins. The kids eat fried kalamari, freshly baked lagana (flat bread) and chips.
Everyone was happy, the sun shone. Children frolicked, dogs chased cats, men roared and women trilled. I shot a short video of the noise, confusion and air of celebration but can't get it to play on the blog. To write about the chaotic astmosphere, to describe the antics just does not give you any idea of our family pandemonium.
Everything we could make, bake or cook ourselves, we did so.
Homemade lagana (bread without yeast) , taramasalata (fish roe dip), and dolmathes (vine leaves stuffed with rice and herbs) and a jug of homemade wine. Crabs are from a friend, octopus (not shown) from the seas around the island and prawns from the (local) fishmonger. The lemons are from our trees naturally. We had sea urchins in their spiny half shell and kalamari (frozen, it's cheaper and more tender), pickled cucumber and cauliflower (home prepared) and halvas (a sweet made from semolina and olive oil)
Vaso sent down 6 litres of her latest rosé