Apple Review #24: Winesap
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This is in Kaikoura in the South Island, New Zealand where we went to see dolphins. Stunning day.
I will post other bits from the trip, as and when I get to them.
L-R: Clancy, Mary, Sue, Jane &
L-R: Same but with Frederique
Frederique and Clancy
Roger & Alannah
Father & me at Jesters.
Traditional sweet that you can't even buy in the shops. A pasta like dough rolled into tiny rings and cooked in the must of grapes. They are called Terzteluthkia, named after the metal ring behind the door pull of the old houses.
Papousosika meaning little shoes but we know them as prickly pears.
Our friends olive trees where the geese and turkeys run.
Eating, laughing, tale-telling and talking. One old lady when asked what she wanted to drink replied 'The water of God'.
Outdoor cooking area with traditional stove which gets sealed with mud and the meat and vegetables cook long and slow in the heat. An above ground Hangi for those Kiwi readers.
Hero is such an overvalued (or is it undervalued) word these days. But on Monday we were invited to eat with this family on the first day of Lent, officially known as Green or Clean Monday. No meat, fish or dairy permitted however octopus, squid, shrimps etc are. The old lady Kyria Alexandra was a patient of Costas and she adores him to bits. The house, outside of Nicosia belonged to one of her daughters who is married to a physician and they are friends of ours. Now the old lady and her husband are true heroes. They come from a tiny poor village high in the Troodos mountains. No money, no education. They had 7 or 8 children. These two worked and worked and worked to give each of those children university educations both at home and abroad. The old man worked his whole life in the mines. Kyria Alexandra did every job available to her, often several at once and including road digging. Every child is a professional, loving and well balanced and adore their parents. These are true Cypriots. The day was filled with laughter and love. No pretension, no airs, just simple good traditional food, everyone mucking in. The highlight for me was when we began toasting with a remarkably good village wine out of a plastic container. Eleftheria (meaning Freedom - the daughter in the picture with her mother) started to toast in the old style and it was carried on by others and the old man. The toaster charges his/her glass and makes up a poetic, often humerous ditty on the spot. And so it moved around the table.
Well we sort of have a date for Sophie and andy's wedding. They hope July 11, 2010. Not a lot of time then and it is going to be almost impossible for the New Zealand tribe to make it, I just hope the Greek side will be able to. Here am I stuck in Cyprus and unable to do much. Luckily I have a girl who does not desire the whole nine yards of tulle, bells, whistles and fuss. Why are they choosing to marry so soon? In her words 'To get it out of the way.'
A small selection on display at the Mall from the Cyprus Classic Motorcycle Museum.