Daily life on a greek island through the eyes of a local-alien, still 'foreign' even after more than 40 years residence. This 'foreigner' is a local-KIWI-alien so there is a New Zealand flavour to my writing. Photo above is the tranquil view from Pukehina Beach, Bay of Plenty, New Zealand.
We were given a dozen artichokes, some of them very small, baby-chokes. I wasn't sure they were worth cleaning. All you eat is the heart and how much heart was going to be in one so small
Artichokes in various stages of preparation . I left more leaves on the smaller ones thinking they would be tender and they were.
I cook the artichokes with carrots, potatoes and spring (fresh) onions, olive oil of course and at the end add lemon juice. Sometimes I add peas too. They were delicious
K bought a load of long red peppers for a dish he makes with feta cheese and tomatoes. There were half a dozen left over so I roasted them, then peeled off the skins and marinated them in olive oil and vinegar. Once again, delicious.
The last time I roasted peppers the skins stuck to the flesh and just wouldn't peel so I googled to find out how to get the skins to slide off. Roast the peppers till the skins are really black. Worked like a charm.
Peppers are out of season. These are local hot house
I write. I create. I observe and record my life, after 40 years, in Greece. I love to create either with my handy craft, cooking or writing. Freeform always. Keep it simple, keep the interest, make it useful. I write about my garden sometimes, my grandchildren and the different culture and traditions. My New Zealand up bringing was so different from this way of life that I do truly feel like an alien at times. Greece is home but so is my kiwi 'homeland'. I am a citizen of both and an alien in both.