This is a big name day in our extended family. Husband, daughter, grandaughter, sis in law and more all celebrate their names on 21 May the fiesta of Saints Konstantine and his mother Helena. This year it was another quiet celebration, each in their own house. We did have a few of K's friends popping in but nothing like the food, drink and noise of years gone by.
The fatty roast pork was done to perfection, a thick layer of crunchy crackling with lemon potatoes. I'm always happy when K cooks. He can't complain about the food because he cooked it but anyway he does it well and, mostly, cleans up after himself, and I don't have to eat any of it. His friends keep him company in the eating drinking department.
The day before, 20 May, was the fiesta of Saint Lydia so my grandaughter and I celebrated our name day. A day without fatty pork. Just salad and a glass or two of red wine. Grandaughter and I exchanged some homemade sweets. She made fruit tarts to take to school and share with her friends. I made a banana cake and swirled some nutella through the mix.
On Saturday night the close family. 10 of us, went to a cafe by the sea and had a glass or two of wine and a big meze plate with a selection of greek snacks. The kids had juices and waffles and disappeared and we sat till midnight and enjoyed the company.
We are allowed 6 to a table now so the 6 adults sat at one table and the four children next to us. Football was on the big screen tv across the road. Curfew is now 12.30. A good time was had by all