Our Greek meals fell into two categories: those we paid somebody to prepare and those we prepared ourselves. On Santorini, it was feta and fish every night. On Ios, it would have been four nights of pasta were W and I alone as that's four nights of cheap, caloric starch that we could have carried on the goat trail. But when we got to the grocery store in Ios Town, Baleen made a beeline for the lemons to go on the chicken that she wanted to serve with rice and fresh tomatoes. So we hired a speedboat to take us and the food from Town to Klima. Which, in addition to tasty dinners, meant that W & I got to have Mythos with our meals, the Most Famous Hellenic Beer in the World, which, as a financial commentator pointed out at the beginning of the Greek crisis, before contagion became a common term, is a little like saying, The Most Famous Beer in Maryland.
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| Post-mortem of a Greek red snapper |
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| Grilled |
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| Opened |
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| Helplessly consumed (with a little lemon) |
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| The girls cooking: breaded chicken flavored with real things I forget, like butter, lemon and garlic |
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| The boys cooking: pasta |
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| This work... |
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| ...turns into a morning of this. |
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| What gets W through cold Novembers in Klima: fried potatoes |
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| A treat after hiking the goat trail: somebody else preparing fresh food |
2 comments:
The fish looks good, too, but that egg and tomato sandwich looks terrific.
The egg and tomato was the best. Not just because of where it was eaten, but because the eggs were almost golden they were so fresh and the tomatoes were sweet as could be, too. Fresh fresh fresh. Thanks be to Baleen on that one.
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