This is one of the last big eat meating days before Lent. The tradition is to eat bbqed-meat. Grilled lamb chops, yum. It is a carnival day and once upon a time (not so long ago) we too used to dress up in costume, go out to a taverna with friends and neighbours, eat piles of lamb chops, dance and sing and enjoy the carnival atmosphere.
Some still do . There is something organised at one of the big hotels. If you have the money to spare it is a great way to take part in this tradition and have some fun. But now most families stay at home to grill their meat.
It was midday when I went down to pick up Natali from kindergarten and the cooking was just getting underway. From the petrol station all the way down the harbour there were the most delicious smells wafting through the air. The rich petrol-station-people always have a bbq outside on this day.
That smoky aroma of grilling meat was overwhelming. And down the backstreet to Elli's place there were wonderful meaty smells coming from every house. Meat on the coals, meat in the oven, meat in pot and meat in pan.
Our neighbour organised a little soiree for his friends. K dressed as an arab and went down to join them.
I stayed at home and enjoyed the peace and quiet before going off to babysit. Later in the day K bought a few sausages and a bit of chicken and he grilled it our fireplace for the girls and the grandchildren.
March 8 and Women's Day.
K is cooking for Jan and I and the girls are going out to have a drink together. Women's day used to be a big celebration on Poros. I was discussing it with Dina (K's sister) the other day. She and I used to join a big group of 'ladies' who organised a get-together. First of all we ate and drank at a taverna and then the whole crowd went on to one of the waterfront bars where there was dancing and great merriment. A lot of these women weren't young either. I watched these little old ladies in amazement with their furs and gold (back then) while they danced on the tables and really 'let their hair down'.