Happy Meat Eating Day

 Today is another big celebration all over Greece. Everywhere you go there are simple BBQs set up, clouds of heavenly smoke and the aroma of grilling lamb chops, chicken pieces, pork and sausages.  

You'll find small groups gathered round grills outside the petrol station, on the harbourside, in small alley ways, on balconies and in our back courtyard. 

Even the schools set up a bbq and hand out skewers of pork and chicken to the children. It's the middle of carnival now so all the kids will be in masquerade, throwing confetti and streamers and dashing or dancing to the carnival songs

All  that's necessary is good company, a glass of wine, a piece of meat on the end of a skewer and if you're a traditional Greek some music to sing along and do a few dance steps.   K loves to abandon the bbq and kick up his heels with an 'ooopa' and a wave of his oily rag

The boy has it all under control

Last night he made a bowl of tzatziki with enough garlic and vinegar to wrinkle your little cotton socks and put hairs on your chest

It's one of the last meat eating days before Lent.  

Cheers Bigears

We enjoyed a bottle of excellent prosecco, flavoured with lychee.  Something a little different and very pleasant

Now I'm stinking of garlic and sitting in my armchair beside the fire trying to digest the feast of meat with a glass of plain local plonk.