Friday Norm

Our farmers' market opened again a few weeks ago when cafes and tavernas re-opened.  Stalls are supposed to be further apart.  Our market has distanced the stallls but it's a tiny operation, ten at the most in mid-summer when they are piled high with watermelon (karpuzi), zucchini, vlita (greens) and of course tomatoes, tomatoes which last year appeared for the first time in a variety of colours and sizes.

This is an inbetween season now.  There are still oranges for sale but not much other fruit

One of the producers is an Indian who along with his wife has the best set out, the cheapest and the most enticing fruit and vegetables.

He had some very early melon.  We bought two, a bit of a gamble at this time of the year.  One of them was full of flavour, the other almost tasteless but still refreshing when chilled

'Tis the oregano season.  Everyone had huge bunches of dried oregano.   These ones came from near the village of Methana just down the road on the mainland.

I had been hearing for years, from my mother-in-law and all the old aunts that the best rigani (oregano) came from Methana.  And it still does.  I asked K's cousin where it was from and he immediately asserted 'Methana'. 

Down one end the honey sellers.

They sell beeswax (edible, not the furniture wax), and small jars of a healing balm made from olive oil and honey

I had forgotten our jar of honey was getting very low.  We will have to buy some next week.  K prefers the thyme honey, 14euros a kilo, I prefer the orange blossom honey, 8 euros a kilo

And the rest of the market