Hello My Dears,
Ah, Easter. That time of year in Greece where all laziness is justified and any excuse given for a party. Our own Easter, thankfully, was mostly family, which meant that it was a surprisingly casual affair. That is not the case in the States, where Greek American families tend to outdo each other with food and fashion. In Greece, the only thing they try to outdo each other with is gunshots. I swear my dad's village sounded like the St. Valentine's Day Massacre was happening every half hour or so. Needless to say, I did not much enjoy the over abundance of gunfire. It sounded just like I imagine DC used to at its height as the murder capital of the world.
If you have seen "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" then you have some idea of what goes on during the Easter Celebration. My family did not have lamb on the spit. We bake ours in an outdoor oven. It took forever to cook. In addition to the aforementioned lamb, we also had goat with potatoes, and rabbit stew, AKA Stifado, on offer. None of which this Greek girl enjoys. I had to content my self with kalitsounia, a sort of Spinach pie that is actually made with wild mountain greens and cheese round easter time. I also had plenty of mountain greens with lemon and olive oil so that was alright as well. It wasn't as if I was starving. I did get a little adventurous and tried the rabbit stew. It turned out to be quite good. The experience was slightly reminiscent of my haggis surprise six weeks ago in Edinburgh. I am not saying that I would search out Stifado as a more than once year occurance but I may try to make it if the opportunity were to present itself. Anyone want to be a lab rat?
I also attended Church for Easter. Surprised, are we? Yes, it shocked the hell out of me as well. Not an experience that I would care to repeat, but it was interesting to attend the funeral of Christ. Yes, Virginia, there is a funeral. The service on Good Friday concluded with the village bearing the casket of Christ through the village, and the priest blessing people's houses. He didn't get as far as our house as it was a little far for him to walk with his arthritis. I did not go to church for the midnight mass on Saturday.
Well, that is all for me, folks.
Next up...the Greek Adventure Continues and maybe some job updates.
Cheerio for Now,
Tina
Ah, Easter. That time of year in Greece where all laziness is justified and any excuse given for a party. Our own Easter, thankfully, was mostly family, which meant that it was a surprisingly casual affair. That is not the case in the States, where Greek American families tend to outdo each other with food and fashion. In Greece, the only thing they try to outdo each other with is gunshots. I swear my dad's village sounded like the St. Valentine's Day Massacre was happening every half hour or so. Needless to say, I did not much enjoy the over abundance of gunfire. It sounded just like I imagine DC used to at its height as the murder capital of the world.
If you have seen "My Big Fat Greek Wedding" then you have some idea of what goes on during the Easter Celebration. My family did not have lamb on the spit. We bake ours in an outdoor oven. It took forever to cook. In addition to the aforementioned lamb, we also had goat with potatoes, and rabbit stew, AKA Stifado, on offer. None of which this Greek girl enjoys. I had to content my self with kalitsounia, a sort of Spinach pie that is actually made with wild mountain greens and cheese round easter time. I also had plenty of mountain greens with lemon and olive oil so that was alright as well. It wasn't as if I was starving. I did get a little adventurous and tried the rabbit stew. It turned out to be quite good. The experience was slightly reminiscent of my haggis surprise six weeks ago in Edinburgh. I am not saying that I would search out Stifado as a more than once year occurance but I may try to make it if the opportunity were to present itself. Anyone want to be a lab rat?
I also attended Church for Easter. Surprised, are we? Yes, it shocked the hell out of me as well. Not an experience that I would care to repeat, but it was interesting to attend the funeral of Christ. Yes, Virginia, there is a funeral. The service on Good Friday concluded with the village bearing the casket of Christ through the village, and the priest blessing people's houses. He didn't get as far as our house as it was a little far for him to walk with his arthritis. I did not go to church for the midnight mass on Saturday.
Well, that is all for me, folks.
Next up...the Greek Adventure Continues and maybe some job updates.
Cheerio for Now,
Tina
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