When I was growing up there was only one herb in our house: oregano. It was never fresh and it always came from Greece, harvested in the harsh Arcadian mountains around the village. Whenever my father returned from a trip to the homelands, as he used to call Greece, he would bring a gift, a…
Conversations on Coffee
Tea and coffee. I have written about tea, and have mentioned my father’s black instant coffee in the early morning. Greek coffee is different. Foreigners who have had a cup always warn of the sludge that lies waiting to choke you in the bottom of the cup. Greek coffee is Middle Eastern. They make the…
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