fat free opinions on a food centric life
Each year, I wait for the first morning I have a sense that Fall is right around the corner, teasing me. The humidity is gone, skies are clear and blue, and there’s a gentle breeze. One cruel morning this week hinted of just that, but …
I’ve been working on our patio for a few months now trying to make it more functional and enjoyable. It’s a narrow area that wraps along two sides of our house and much different than the half-acre of hillside we tended at our former house. …
There’s a Greek bistro not too far from where I live called Apollonia. It rates as one of the casual places I’ve enjoyed locally whose food has had me thinking about it long after I’ve eaten there. Maybe it’s because I don’t eat Greek food very often, and so my weary taste buds long for something unique. Or, it could be that the food is just plain delicious.
Valentine’s week (and I have to call it that since my husband treated me to days of lovely surprises) one of my gifts was dinner at Apollonia. Ohhh, the hummos and the dolmathakia. The spanakopita and tyropita. The souvlaki.
Sheer heaven.
Clearly, there was a Greek dinner in the works for us at home after this, and I decided that since the Academy Awards was rapidly approaching, I’d spend the day in the kitchen cooking and watching what my husband calls my “pre-game show” of all things Oscars: gowns and botox lips, padded rumps and tatooed eyeliner. You’ve got to love Hollywood at least once a year.
No sooner had I begun the prepping than my oldest son called to ask what we were doing.
“Watching the Oscars and eating Greek food. Why?” I asked.
“Because I’m coming over,” he told me and with a quick “See Yah,” he hung up leaving me with my list of what to chop when and Mama Mia running through my mind. Not the movie — the song. Well, actually, both.
The connection? My son is a huge ABBA fan and my husband and I are pretty sappy over the movie, too. I know. You can think what you will, but since I was actually around when ABBA’s songs routinely blasted from my car radio, I can be sappy about them if I want. Besides, who can resist the amazing cerulean water in the film and seriously hunky Pierce Brosnan belting out, “So when you’re near me, darling can’t you hear me…SOS…The love you gave me nothing else can save me SOS!” to an I want to look like that when I’m 60 Meryl Streep.
Ahhhh….
I see a Greek island vacation in my future.
But in the meantime, I’ll settle for homemade hummus, Briami, and Chicken Souvlaki from Peter of Kalofagas. With ABBA, of course, and this does involve a bit of dancing barefoot without warning.
I’ve been singing ABBA tunes all day every day for weeks. In the car, at the grocery store…
Mama Mia. Here we go again…
I just need a sailboat.
When we were in the thick of our remodel, I had my eye out for magazines that would help me narrow down the paint choices since we were having the whole interior repainted. O At Home caught my eye while I was standing in line …
I’d like to say I’ve been on vacation and that’s why I haven’t written lately, but honestly, the time away has been more about working on admin issues here. Although I’ve learned quite a bit about websites and CSS and can fake code like the …