Sunday, January 6, 2013
Almonds in the Raw; Cyprus
In the village, you sometimes have to work for your food. These almonds required multiple steps of undressing before they could be enjoyed, but my gosh was it worth it. I ended up with a handful of nuts & a bucket of remains. Yiayia told stories of how she used to sneak off to the almond trees with another little boy in the village. They would fill their aprons with nuts, then sit under the tree that was the farthest from the man watching over them. After peeling & eating as many as they could, they would dig holes & bury the remains so no one would suspect a thing. I'm still looking for an almond tree in New York.
Figs; Pyla, Cyprus
Breakfast, lunch, dinner, coffee & snacks all had one common denominator in Cyprus: Figs. In Greek - sykon (SEE-ka). My aunt always had anywhere from a big bowl to an overflowing drywall bucket filled with the freshest sykon picked from Theo Naki's trees.
Puffer Fish; Larnaca, Cyprus
When walking along the Finikoudes in Larnaca, I came across a charming shop filled with shells & dried out ocean life. Tucked away in the back of the shop was the owner; an older Cypriot gentleman who was exceptionally proud of vases he crafted- orange clay covered in patterns made by variations of tiny shells. I bought one after chatting with him for an hour, in part because I was compelled to support this man who was so enthusiastic about the intricate beauty of the ocean that he created a humble, quiet life of it at the end of the road.
This little puffer fish was one of the gems found in the rows of colorful baskets.
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