Happy Greek Easter!
Last April, we travelled to my grandma’s village in mainland Greece, where shotguns are fired when the meat is cooked, and competing speaker systems blare out of each family’s yard, overlayed with the squeaks and beats of local musicians travelling from house to house to deliver a tune or two.
My dad always seems to select the strongest red egg, and my uncles refuse to eat lamb because it’s too high in cholesterol (a rule that doesn’t apply to kidney-as-snack while carving, or to barbecued spleen dropped off by a neighbour) and gorge on goat instead. Beer and kokoretsi are on the table from 11am.
Today, in London, we went for a full English and fasolakia with chicken and rice, mid morning at The Hope on Holloway Road. It’s been run by a Cypriot couple, Sotira and Chistodoulos Anayiotis, for the last 35 years. Cash only, but they’ll let you bank transfer if you’re true to your word.
In case you missed it, The Goal is to Eat launched a talk show.
Thank you Emily Sundberg for the support in Feed Me, and to everyone who has sent words of encouragement and adoration over the last week.
I had planned to share more about why I’m doing it, as well as the process behind it, but there are several episodes to come – our next guest is revealed tomorrow, with a new episode every Tuesday for the next six weeks – so I’m going to keep things (uncharacteristically) mysterious, for now.
I’m looking forward to hearing your reactions to the upcoming episodes, and of course, I’m open to giving comment. If you want to write about it, get in touch.
