By Karin Shepherd,
December 2007
Well, the past couple of days have been
interesting . . . in a Greek Way!
First off, Papoose
(Grandfather) had his Name Day. Since he is such a sweet old man, I decided
to bake something for him. I made a plate up of Cranberry Bread with orange
and walnuts, a Lemon Bar cookie I make, and Chocolate Bars (sort of like a
brownie).
Around noon I decided
to walk up to their house. It was drizzling, and coming into their garden
area was really soft and pretty; very farm-ish and stuff around from fall,
just cozy. The door was closed, so I knocked...and his voice started
yelling inside. I did not know what he was saying, and in a bit I knocked
again. Again, more of his loud yelling. What I wondered was, is he warning
me, "Don't come in my pants are down!" or was he saying "Come in, the door
isn't locked!"? So timidly and bravely, I opened the door; he started
yelling some more. Thank goodness his wife YaYa (Grandmother) came
quickly...and of course welcomed me with hugs and smiles. I handed her the
plate to which she immediately helped herself to a cookie. Papoose was
insistent I sit. "Katsee, katsee" and half stood up as if to push me into a
chair!
The room was nicely
warmed by the fire in the wood stove, it was cosy, the TV was going and
Papoose was sitting at the table with a beige crocheted shawl around his
shoulders. I greeted him with, "Kronia Polla" (Many years) which is the
saying you give on Name Days. He was very pleased, warmly shook my hand,
grinned very big, and then seeing I wasn't sitting yet indicated I was to
sit on a sofa bed. NOW! Then he sat down, but immediately got up, and put a pillow behind my
back! Eighty six years old, but not too old to be a gentleman!
Then the conversation
stopped! What to say? How, in my limited Greek, and their limited English
do we talk? If we were a room full of Greeks, the air would be filled with
everyone talking and no one listening to anyone! I just started to feel
awkward when YaYa came to the rescue by rushing around the room, going from
kitchen to wood stove with a large round battered pan filled to the brim
with macaroni and dove (pigeon)! Yes, those little birds that fly around
our fields are now food for winter stomachs! I must admit, it smelled
delicious. YaYa uses this wood stove for cooking, baking and all the while
it heats the main room of the house. Her tiny kitchen is just a room for
washing up and preparing food.
Papoose explained to me
about the photographs on his wall. They are old family pictures. I
understand enough Greek to know sister, friend, son, daughter, etc.. I
found them fascinating. He also showed me his stripes (3) that came off his
military uniform when he was a young man. There were photos of a very
impressive young Nikos and of a HUGE bull taken at the port of Parikia. I felt the room had
so many stories. What a pity we could not really communicate.
Anyway, I stayed about
30 minutes in which we attempted to make small talk, watched news coverage
on the TV in the real awkward moments, and of course I was treated to the
usual Name Day cookie and a small glass of suma! We joked about drinking
before lunch!
When I got up to leave,
I was immediately given gifts to take back home, which is what the Greeks
do. No matter what you bring, you carry away more! I was given 3
grapefruit, 2 oranges, 8 green tomatoes and Name Day cookies for Michael.
The next morning we
squeezed the oranges...WOW!, so sweet and smooth....then we squeezed 2 of
the grapefruit! Now that was a treat beyond belief. I am not a grapefruit
lover, but this juice was really wonderful! It makes one wonder how we can
abide drinking juice from the supermarkets. There is just NO comparison.
OK, so today I am busy
packing, organizing to leave for the USA. YaYa knows I am busy--so she
wants to help by showing up this morning with a huge bag full of horta she
had just picked! That was really a special gift, as she has bad knees, so
it was a job of real friendship that she did this. However, I really did
not want to be at the kitchen sink, cutting the roots off 1,000,000 little
dandelion, etc. plants, washing them, then rinsing them at least twice.
Imagine, an entire bag full! The job takes my inexperienced hands about 2
hours! Then you cook it down like spinach; it does take a big bag to get a
decent portion. Unfortunately, I am not so keen on horta. It is usually
served with vinegar or lemon and a little olive oil.
After cleaning half the
bag I stopped for the day. We will have what I cleaned for supper with a
bacon omelette and some of the fried green tomatoes. I thought of giving
the rest away, or even (and this IS bad) throwing it to the
goats! But when I think of YaYa down on her bad knees, in the wet rainy
soil, I know tomorrow we will finish up the bag. And I will be more healthy
for it!
Now, back to my
packing. I definitely will find a nice box of chocolates from America to
give them when I come back--and leave their house with more gifts from YaYa....you
can never win! I like this game!
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