Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Food. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

SOUVLAKI, MOUSSAKA & A CHEESE PIE TO YOU!


Can somebody tell me what this fruit is? It grows on a bush up the road from here, and I am curious.
And talking of fruit, vegetables and food in general I am experiencing some delicious adventures. If I ate in a different cafe five times a day I still could not try every cafe and restaurant in Kissamos, but here are some of my findings:-
BREAKFAST: a big bowl of Greek yoghurt covered in wallnuta and Cretan honey, yummy and filling, best eaten under the big shady tree in the old town square. Or a cheese pie with capuchino; the cheese pie is made with super short pastry and is probably incredibly unhealthy, but tasty.Or a glass of fresh squeezed orange juice. The Greeks have a neat machine, where the operator throws three or four oranges in, sets a glass under the outlet, pushes the button and out pours fresh, fresh, fresh orange juice.

LUNCH: There are some cafes where the truck drivers and workers go to buy their lunch, like chinese takeaways in NZ. They serve plain, simple food which is usually on display in heated cabinets so I can indicate what I want. There is a green vegetable here rather like water cress which is tasty steamed with potatoes.
Then there is moussaka, spinach beattified by eggs, tomatoes and cheese; souvlaki, rotisseried meat cooked over charcoal, and hundreds of different kinds of fish, grilled, boiled, fried in batter or crumbs and of course the wonderful Greek salad which is a symphony of red onion, cucumber, tomato, olives and feta cheese served with a basket of fresh bread to mop up the olive oil.

DINNER; I don't know because Cretans like to eat late in the evening so I have not bothered with late dining.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

A WALK AROOUND TOWN



Kissamos Bay is as wide as Hawke Bay in NZ. It used to be an important port but fortunately the container ships have let it be. Not so the tourist developers. The foreshore is rapidly being gentrified with tourist hotels, their outdoor restaurants on a promendade selling hamburgers, spaghetti bolonese, Walls ice cream but fortunately no KFC or Big macs yet. I ate lunch at the only really ethnic looking place on the shore, Papadakis fish restaurant, run by Papa keeping guard at the entrance, Mama cooking in the kitchen, daughter who speaks and understands fluent English and son who thinks New Zealand is somewhere near England. They served me a plateful of fried whitebait and another dish piled high with an authentic Greek salad, feta cheese, onion, capsicum, tomato and olives all dripping with olive oil which I mopped up with really frech crusty bread. It is now 7a.m. the next morning and I am still not hungry again.