I feel awkward blogging without a recipe, a photo. Naked, actually. In fact I have been cooking nonstop, nonstop I tell you. Never ending parade of meals and snacks and breads and cookies. How did I get sucked into this relentless vortex? But sometimes it is just too crazy to stop and get your camera, then at night download photos, when you are just too weary to do anything but lie prostrate on your mattress.
Today we went to the Danforth. The Greeks were celebrating independence from Turkey with a truly unremarkable parade in the biting cold. Felt sorry for those boys in their pleated white skirts and tights - shivering as they shuffled down the street. Jack Layton was there in finest of form, looking like he just stepped off the boat from Sparti.
We went for lunch at a cute little counter that sold only pittas - spanikopita, tyropita, kretopita.....I was the only non greek there. After, we went and spent god knows what on Greek cheese - feta, kefaloteri, graviera, manouri (?)...
Pitsa is still here - I don't know where she gets her energy. She is always up for something with the girls, a song, a book, a game. Meanwhile, Im sending down roots on this mattress ( I am lying down, of course. Have I mentioned I'm tired?)
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Your efforts are appreciated. One day your girls will read this blog and be blown away by your industriousness.
ReplyDeleteThat day in Little Greece sounds so fun. I'd like to see a Pic of Gianni in his white kilt.
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