Monday 30 January 2012

A house in a bowl of sea soup



When Chotto-ma was just 6 months old, we bundled her up one night, boarded a very rickety plane and flew to a bowl of sea soup. It's also called a caldera - the Greeks pronounce it with a soft 'd', a long purred 'r', and a voice drizzled with olive oil. The caldera had once been a thirsty volcano. It had greedily sucked in some of sea, and now had boats and fish swimming in its mouth. Our little whitewashed house was in this caldera; stuck inside the belly of the bowl with magic Aegean glue. There was a thin strand of old windblown steps to take us up to the bowl's rim. A little blue-white town flapped around this ancient rim, held in place by giant, invisible clothes pegs. The town was called Oia. Perched on the island of Santorini.



Nothing prepares you for the absurd beauty of the Greek islands. Not the movies. Not Lonely Planet. Nor the glossy posters behind the glass of hungry travel agencies.

In April, the islands are as quiet as a secret. The locals go about their business; their walk unhurried, their smiles as uncomplicated as the white light bouncing off the rough white walls. A few Japanese hold hands with their tripods. And donkeys clip-clop up and down the winding steps.














You walk into a restaurant that is full, only to realise that it's full of the family that runs it. Sisters, brothers-in-law, uncles, cousins, pet dogs, they all sit at the tables, eating and drinking and laughing loudly with their heads thrown back. Then we'd walk in, and they would take a break to serve us what they had in their kitchen - fresh fish caught that morning and grilled in the wood-fired clay oven, creamy mushrooms, tomatoes smothered in olive oil, little parcels of feta and bowls of lemony, green olives.


When you take a boat, float away from Santorini and wash up on one of the other islands, life looks even more unhurried. In Ios, the streets were empty, except for a handful of people who hadn't given in to the afternoon siesta. Amongst them was a village girl who led us through an armful of alleys to a taverna where we had one of the best meals we have ever eaten. Everything was cooked by the owner's old mother, and served on family crockery. George, the owner, sat with us at our table, ladling food on our plates. Talking to us about the Lamb Kleftiko while it fell off the bone, about the pan-seared cheese, and the secret recipes that his mother guarded like gold.


On the islands in Greece, the sun melts one day into another. And you forget how long you've spent floating from one island to another; or walking down long, empty country roads. The sun shines into your eyes, then warms your back, and finally sets into the sea in an immodest show of colour. Like a carnival dancer in long, loud feathers.




The salty taste of the Greek islands stays on your tongue for a long, long time. They follow you back, and start living in your kitchen. And sometimes, when you're missing the house that hangs precariously above the Aegean soup, you cook yourself something that takes you back a little.







Peppers stuffed with spicy feta

Ingredients

12 small peppers
150 gms feta, crumbled
A small bunch of parsley, chopped
1-2 green chillies, deseeded and chopped
A pinch of cumin
2 slices of brown bread



Mix the feta with parseley, chillies and cumin.
Cut the tops off the peppers, empty out the insides, and stuff them with the feta, leaving a little space on top.
Tear off a bit of bread, and stuff it into that little space on top of each feta-filled pepper. This stops the cheese from melting out.
Put the heads back on each pepper, and put a cocktail stick through each to keep them from opening up.
Put then into a pre-heated oven at 200°C for 15-20 minutes.
Drizzle with extra virgin olive oil and serve.









20 comments:

  1. Pia, santorini is on my list :) the way you have written about it is so vivid;like a photograph !

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    1. thank you, archana! i hope you'll be walking through the photograph some day soon :)

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  2. Sounds so much like Durrell. I have lived Corfu through his books and now your beautiful prose.

    Do you think this kind of lifestyle has anything to do with that kind of economy?

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    1. Ah, a Durrell fan! Ma introduced me to Durrell when I was in school. She handed me her yellowed copy of My Family and Other Animals. So I knew the smell of the islands even before we went there.
      And you could well be right. Though the first, of course, is sluggish in a wonderful way :)Difficult to go out and earn money with the Mediterranean in your bones.

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  3. I miss the Mediterranean so much. I've been able to smell it for a few seconds, while reading your post. Thank you.

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    1. I'm so glad it took you back for a bit :)

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  4. My Family and Other Animals has been an old favorite of mine...still believe I have my copy somewhere, browned and dog eared from my school days. And I love the way you've captured the melting of time and senses in this piece. I felt a happy languidness just reading your words. hmmm....one day, sooner than later I hope, I'll experience it first hand. :-)

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    1. You know, I didn't think of Durrell and his Corfu when I wrote this post. But I like how it's reminded poeple of it. That book is such a favourite.
      And what a lovely thing, to make someone feel a 'happy languidness'. You made my day :)

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  5. Such beautiful description. It's made me hungry in so many ways. Beautiful photos Pia.

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    1. And such a beautiful comment, Anita. Good thing, that kind of hunger :)

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  6. Such a wonderful post! I enjoy all the moments!

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  7. Santorini is on my list Pia! I love reading travel posts. Love how you've described it and the pictures are just lovely! :)

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    1. It's a great place to put on your list! Remind me to give you the contact of the lady who rents out the most gorgeous house in the caldera :)

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  8. Pia, are you a travel writer too?! You've taken me back to one of the most picture-perfect places we've visited with your vivid portrayal. Thank you. How I wish to be there now instead of here, in the midst of such a drab, drab winter. I really must try this recipe for my husband. He loves feta! Happy to catch up. :)

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    1. wonderful to have you back, grace :) i think i might've written this post to do just that - escape the winter. but i must say, as far as British winters go, we've had incredible luck this year. more sun and blue sky than i've ever had in my five winters in this country.

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  9. I have missed your blog. Not sure where February went. Unlike the Greek islands, February was in such a hurry. Thank you for writing this. Greece is someplace I have yet to discover. Hopefully soon.

    You write with such romance, people will fall in love with Greece all over again.

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  10. annapet, annapet! it's always so lovely to have your back here.
    thank YOU, for reading, and for your lovely tweets!

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  11. Greece has always fascinated me, and your photographs have me all the more fascinated about the place.

    Those peppers look lovely!

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    1. I missed this comment, didn't I? Yes, Greece is lovely - you must visit it some day; now little one in tow! :)

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