it was my name day and I was planning a relaxed, unambitious post about the wonderful things an English couple who live in Ikaria do with pebbles from the beach, when all of a sudden the famous Jamie Oliver, after his visit to the Chiapas last month, landed on the island to look into our cooking and shoot scenes for his next show!!! I am still and always a bad cook (my only improvement has been towards safety but unfortunately not towards taste) so don’t be afraid, I am not going to go crazy about recipes. I do think, however, that the island has a wealth of natural, healthy foods and natural and healthy ways of cooking. But I am not going to go crazy about that either. This was planned to be a relaxed, unambitious post, and a relaxed, unambitious post it is going to be. I’ll just push Nik and Stef’s stones a bit to the side and make room for a few pictures of Ikarian food from Jamie Oliver’s instagram, plus a few shots with heavier stuff taken in Ikarian restaurants by adamansel52, a ‘food tourist’ who toured the island last month. Move your mouse over the photos to read the descriptions. Scroll down to find a surprise. Nothing to do with food! It’s just another Ikarian summer drawing near!!!
My *Angel pool* – η Αγγελολιβαδα μου
dedicated to the salmon, the eel, the mountain ash, the humanist Ψ, the angelos-x-angelos, the simon whose name means rock, the goat-simon-doctor.
So what happens if you survive the call of a nymph?
The weaker ones loose their speech temporarily or for ever. Some loose their minds too. But there are some cunning strong men who look at the nymph only with the corner of their eye -the corner of their mind- so they are not harmed. On the contrary they are given *eloquence* : ΕΥΓΛΩΤΤΙΑ
Why am I not funny today and I speak like a drunk ? Because I am drunk (slightly).
Today was St. Isidoros day (big day marked with a red circle in the local agenta of events) and my birthdayas well.
- Jimmy P
Sunday May 14, 2006 – 07:50pm (CEST)
Χρόνια Πολλά, ρε θηρίο ανήμερο.
Το δώρο μου το άφησα στον Άγιο Ισίδωρο και σίγουρα το βρήκες.
Congratulations for the Ikarian Angels’ pools, too. I’m amazed that though in a murder mood because you are leaving (don’t deny it), you go on giving. Toro, OLE !
Sunday May 14, 2006 – 09:36pm (EEST)
Hronia Polla Eleni!
Sunday May 14, 2006 – 11:09pm (BST)
Thank you everybody
Σας ευχαριστω ολους
Monday May 15, 2006 – 02:52am (PDT)
Belatedly, happy birthday Eleni, you are a special soul.
Monday May 15, 2006 – 07:27am (PDT)
Aww geez, I spend one day moving and packing for my trip, and I miss your birthday, El! Just my luck. Well, happy birthday anyway! Much luck back on the mainland, and don’t disappear completely!
Monday May 15, 2006 – 02:21pm (EDT)
When dry, polish them with very little olive oil.
Add a daisy.
Now everything is «village» : the eggs, the dye, the bowl (made of local clay in a local pottery), and my tablecloth (woven on a local loom). Only the tea came from China.
NOTE: They told me that the eggs like this do not smell of oignons and tea. I am not in position to confirm this, though. I haven’t tasted them yet. We are not supposed to crash and crack our eggs before the priest sings ΧΡΙΣΤΟΣ ΑΝΕΣΤΗ (Christ Resurrected) at midnight sharp. But they look good, don’t they?
Très *village* ? muddy and dirty and cracked (and my kitchen was a mess). But at least the came out R-E-D ! So I love my Easter eggs ! I’m not going to show them to the nice person who told me what to do, though. I’m afraid she will scorn or scold me.
But I can show them to you…
!!! ΚΑΛΟ ΠΑΣΧΑ !!!
Ahh red eggs!! This is one of the very few Greek traditions that has survived to my generation (4 times removed from Greece). Every Easter we’d gather round the family table with the red eggs and crack them together in a sort of tournament, all the time saying «Χριστος ανεστι» «Αλιτος ανεστι» (no idea if that spelling is correct).
Unfortunately this is as close as I’ve been to red eggs for many years since my schools have given the Catholic Easter off as a holiday, but not the Orthodox one.
Happy Easter, El & all.
Sunday April 23, 2006 – 11:44pm (EDT)
The Orthodox Easter school holiday in Greece is 2 weeks !!!
Jealous, eh? Well, don’t be. It’s like in theocratic regimes. I return for those long religious holidays, the schoolchildren have to attend long, boring and absurd Religion courses for several hours a week. Parent have to declare that they are e.g. Buddists or Marxists, so that their kids are excused from attending them.
Meanwhile yesterday we had the craziest 12 hour long parties (and I can hardly make out what I’m typing right now)
Monday April 24, 2006 – 02:58am (PDT)
They look superb! Αυγα Πολλά!
Monday April 24, 2006 – 05:37pm (BST)
Happy Orthodox Easter!
But when Condi gets to Athens, maybe someone can throw some rotten eggs her way, or a cream pie maybe…
Tuesday April 25, 2006 – 09:39am (PDT)
Flying red eggs would «write» on the TV cameras. No doubt the city will be under martial law, worse than during the German occupation.
Tuesday April 25, 2006 – 11:00pm (EEST)
Step 2When the water has turned dark red, take the eggs out.
Leave them on a plate to dry. Do not sweep with a towel.