My Yiayia (grandma) tells a story about her mother climbing the Parthanon in heels and a dress, because her mother didn't believe in doing things you couldn't do in heels. She was the definition of a chic Greek. I've inherited similar Mediterranean tendencies, however, my natural height has saved me from a life in heels.
Feeling inspired by Greece lately, we braved the rain and took in Calgary's annual Greek Festival on the weekend. There was great music, dancing and of course, an abundance of traditional Greek food. Tiropita, souvlaki, tzatziki, baklava, dolmades, Greek coffee. Heaven.
I also had my first taste of loukoumades, a traditional Greek dessert of fried dough smothered in honey, sesame seeds and pistachios. They're basically a cultured mini donut.
We met the sweetest Papoo (grandpa) and bought olive oil made from olives from his grove in Greece. The festival had an energetic, friendly vibe and it was refreshing to be at an event centered around community, culture and food.
A couple nights after the festival, we hosted a casual dinner for friends and made Greek inspired cuisine from Donna Hay's Seasons cookbook.
We cooked up Chicken & haloumi cheese skewers, with grilled yellow peppers, served with pitas, lemons, spinach and homemade tzatziki sauce. Simple, fresh and delicious. To finish things off, I baked a Greek yoghurt bundt cake with raspberry sauce. Opa!
Am I drawn to Greece because of my heritage, the beaches, the architecture or all the amazing food? Nevertheless, I have to go. It's high on our getaway list, but until then, I'll have to just keep pretending this is me...
She seems to be doing okay in her heels.