Greece is such a graphic place. I am sure that the whole Mediterranean region is. The Italian, the Turks, the Lebanese and so many more, all have their own true identity and their own habits that make them so unique. I can't really speak for all of them but being Greek I can speak for Greece and I can say that no matter how much we try to change and become more modern, we still have some features that will stay the same.
Now, where does all this serious talk come from you might wonder. It comes from meeting the "sweet boy". My mother has a specific person where she buys her watermelon and melon during the summer. She never buys from anywhere else. She knows the seller and he knows her. He sells his watermelons off his pickup truck where they are all carefully stacked and when he drives, miraculously, they don't fall off! When for some reason my mom stops by and he is not there she takes whatever she wants, weighs it, and leaves him a note with what she took. Then, the next day she stops by to pay him. There is this sort of trust that is not only between him and my mother but between him and other customers of his as well. For some reason nobody steals from him when he is not there...
Today we stopped by with my mom and she asked him are the melon you have sweet? His reply was as unique as he is: "My mom was eating these type of melons and she had a sweet boy like me!" :) I laughed so hard. Only for saying that we bought 3 pieces! He weighed everything in his old rusty scale which, by the way, still works and we left to continue with our shopping.
On the way home and since time had passed we stopped by the fish market and we bought some sardines to cook for lunch. My dad had his usual tsipouro and we fried the sardines. You can try making them yourself if you wish. Very easy, just dust them with flour and fry them in olive oil on both sides till they are golden. Hope you enjoy the pictures!
Kali Oreksi!
Dia, Kostas and Tony (miss Tony...)
Now, where does all this serious talk come from you might wonder. It comes from meeting the "sweet boy". My mother has a specific person where she buys her watermelon and melon during the summer. She never buys from anywhere else. She knows the seller and he knows her. He sells his watermelons off his pickup truck where they are all carefully stacked and when he drives, miraculously, they don't fall off! When for some reason my mom stops by and he is not there she takes whatever she wants, weighs it, and leaves him a note with what she took. Then, the next day she stops by to pay him. There is this sort of trust that is not only between him and my mother but between him and other customers of his as well. For some reason nobody steals from him when he is not there...
Today we stopped by with my mom and she asked him are the melon you have sweet? His reply was as unique as he is: "My mom was eating these type of melons and she had a sweet boy like me!" :) I laughed so hard. Only for saying that we bought 3 pieces! He weighed everything in his old rusty scale which, by the way, still works and we left to continue with our shopping.
On the way home and since time had passed we stopped by the fish market and we bought some sardines to cook for lunch. My dad had his usual tsipouro and we fried the sardines. You can try making them yourself if you wish. Very easy, just dust them with flour and fry them in olive oil on both sides till they are golden. Hope you enjoy the pictures!
Kali Oreksi!
Dia, Kostas and Tony (miss Tony...)
