| August 5th, 2004 04:32 PM |
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| Some Guy |
can i get my knee caps nuzzled and my elbows caressed? |
| August 5th, 2004 04:33 PM |
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| Joey |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
can i get my knee caps nuzzled and my elbows caressed?
No , but I will clutch you to my bosom and tickle you with my erect nipples .
www.HoweMilitary.com
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| August 5th, 2004 04:34 PM |
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| Some Guy |
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Joey wrote:
No , but I will clutch you to my bosom and tickle you with my erect nipples .
www.HoweMilitary.com
shit, bitch I'm in! |
| August 5th, 2004 04:40 PM |
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| Lambchop* |
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Joey wrote:
Lamby , Don't get me started ....................
" U - U- Uncake Me Ronnie ! "
Fercee !
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Main Dishes
Broiled Garlic Shrimp
Falafel Patties
Fish Fry
Fish with Green Olive Tapenade
Fresh Tomato Pizza
Lemon Chicken
Lemon Chicken with Potatoes
Pastitsio
Psarosoupa
Salmon in Tomato Sauce
Shrimp/Prawns personally tested by Helen Koutalianos
Shrimp with Feta
Sole au Natural
Stefatho
Temderloin Shish Kebob
Yucatan Fish
Side Dishes
Artichokes with Lemon Dill Sauce
Avgolemondo Soupa (no olive oil!!!!)
Baked Spicy Giant Beans
Baked Whole Garlic
Briam
Gai Lan
Kapakoto (vegetarian)
Lemon Potatoes
Potato Fratatta
Shanghai Bok Choy
Soo (Suey) Choy
Spanakopita Helen Koutalianos
Yu (pronounced "YOU") Choy
Appetizers / Soup / Salad
Fish Role Rissoles
Greek Salad
Greens in Extra Virgin Olive Oil Dressing
Lentil Soup
Pita Bread (and makes an excellent Pizza Dough)
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Dressings / Dips / Sauces
Bechamel Sauce
Bechamel Sauce Topping
Olive Oil and Lemon Juice Dressing
Olive Oil Dip appetizer
Salad Dressing (Green Salad)
Tomato Sauce
Main Dishes
Broiled Garlic Shrimp
2 LB med shrimp shells on
1 tbsp oregano
1 tbsp granulated garlic
1 tsp salt & pepper
2 tbsp chopped parsley or dill
3 tbsp olive oil
Arrange on a baking pan, combine all the spices place under the broiler, until cooked Pink and golden shells. Do not over cook they dry out. Serves 4. Serve with salad and potato croquettes.
Falafel Patties
2 cups finely ground chick peas
2 tsp finely chopped garlic
1 tbsp cumin
1 tbsp dried mint
l/2 cup finely chopped parsley
1 cup soft bread crumbs
1 tsp salt
1 tsp pepper
1 tsp oregano
1 egg
flour
Golden Olive Eleni® certified organic Extra Virgin Olive OIl
Soak the dry chick peas over night. Grind fine in the processor. Combine all the ingredients together in a bowl, knead mixture into a soft dough. Form into patties, roll in flour, pat excess flour off and fry in hot olive oil until golden. Serve hot or cold.
Fish Fry
Serves 4
2 lb fillets of rock cod / fresh smelts
1 1/2 CUP FLOUR olive oil for frying
2 tbsp freshly minced garlic
1 tbsp sweet basil
1 tbsp oregano
1 1/2 tsp salt
1 tbsp black pepper (or to taste)
Salt the fish and in garlic, combine the ingredients for the flour mixture, dredge the fish in the seasoned flour and fry in olive oil until golden. Serve with wedges of fresh lemon and sprigs of fresh parsley and a bowl of fresh Greens.
Fish with Green Olive Tapenade
You can use Halibut, Arctic Char, or Red Snapper fillets
Season Fish, Pan fry in olive oil for flavour. Remove the Fish, spread the Green Olive Tapenade on top of each piece and broil to finish. Serve with fresh lemon juice and enjoy.
Fresh Tomato Pizza
Bake 475 10-15 Min
Place on prepared pizza dough.
Brush dough with Golden Olive Eleni® Certified organic Extra Virgin Olive Oil.
Arrange thinly sliced fresh tomatoes on pizza.
Dust top of tomatoes with 1 tsp oregano and basil.
Add 1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese.
Pitted kalamata olives to taste.
1/2 cup green peppers thinly sliced top with some mozzerella cheese.
Bake at 400 F or until lightly browned.
Serve hot or slightly cooled.
Lemon Chicken
3-4 lb chicken (in pieces)
Juice from 2 lemons
1/4 cup Golden Olive Eleni® organic Extra Virgin Olive Oil
1 tbsp oregano (rub with hands to release its aroma)
1 tsp salt
½ tsp pepper
2-3 finely minced cloves garlic
(Optional add quartered potatoes to the roasting pan)
Blend oil & lemon juice together, add spices & pour over the chicken and potatoes, coating well. Add 1 cup wwater to pan. bake in a 375 F oven until chicken & potatoes are golden Approx 1 hr 30 min. Serve with a green salad. (Serves 4-6).
Lemon Chicken with Potatoes
Serves 4-6
Bake 375 1 1/2 hrs
2-3 lb cut up chicken
8 potatoes, cut into quarters
1/2 cup olive oil
2 tbsp oregano
2 cloves garlic, minced
juice from 2 lemons
salt & pepper
1 cup water
Pat the chicken dry, spinkle with lemon juice, salt & pepper well, rub on the oregano & garlic, arrange in baking pan. Toss the potatoes in lemon juice and olive oil, salt & pepper well and add the oregano, place around the chicken in the pan. Add the water to the pan, bake in a moderate oven until chicken is golden and potatoes are rosy and soft.
Pastitsio
Bake 40 - 60 min
Serves 6-8
1 lb ziti macaroni
1 1/2 lb lean ground beef
1/4 cup Golden Olive Eleni® certified organic Extra Virgin Olive Oil
2 onions, finely chopped
1- 2 bay leaves
1 tsp salt
1/2 tsp black pepper
2 cups (fresh if possible) crushed tomatoes
3 eggs
1 cup milk
2 cups parmesan cheese or grated kefalotyri
3 tbsp butter
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| August 5th, 2004 04:42 PM |
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| Some Guy |
why |
| August 5th, 2004 04:44 PM |
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| Lambchop* |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
why
because it tastes good?
Because you will die one day and may as well enjoy this life?
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| August 5th, 2004 04:45 PM |
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| Some Guy |
ok then, thanks. |
| August 5th, 2004 04:55 PM |
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quote:
Some Guy wrote:
ok then, thanks.
Ouzo drinking is an art. Or maybe it's a way of life. Whatever it is, Lesvos is known for it's ouzo. Most cafe owners in Greece will admit that the best ouzo comes from here and they probably carry one of the more popular Mytilini brands. But it's not the ouzo but who you drink it with that really makes the experience. When I am in Lesvos I spend a lot of time drinking ouzo and eating with my friends. So much so, that when it is time to return to America I have to seriously consider becoming a member of AA. But usually my desire for ouzo ends when I get on the plane back to America.
The key to drinking ouzo is to eat snacks known as mezedes. These keep the effects of the alcohol from overwhelming you and enable you to sit and drink slowly for hours in a profoundly calm state of mind where all is beautiful and life is fine. In the villages where life is slow ouzo is partaken day or night. On Sundays after church the cafeneons are full of lively voices and singing, including sometimes the village priest. In many cafeneons the cooking is done by men, but in some it is a woman who does the cooking and serving and acts as den mother to the old men who come around each day. She knows their likes and dislikes, favorite seats and personal history.
WARNING! If you don't like licorice you won't like Ouzo
My favorite ouzos are:
Ouzo Giannatsi from Plomari: Distilled in an old-fashioned wood burning kasani (still). Two varieties, one of 42% and the other 45% alcohol. Hard to find outside of Plomari.
Plomari by Arvanitis. It is the only ouzo with a cork and becoming the most popular in Greece.
Ouzo Mini: Mild and smooth with an alcohol content of 40%.
Ouzo Veto: 42%. Stronger. Andrea likes this kind.
Ouzo Kefi: The ouzo of choice in my local cafeneon though who knows if it is really Kefi or some other ouzo bought in bulk and poured into Kefi bottles.
Barbayannis: The most famous of the Plomari Ouzo. Some say it's the best. I say it's the strongest at 46%
Then there are many other smaller companies like Kronos and other labels from the large ouzo companies like EPOM, including Lesvos, Eva and Thimi.
My favorite non-Mytilini ouzo is Brettos from the distillary on Kydatheneon street in the Plaka of Athens
Ouzo Babatzim from Thessaloniki is pure and distilled and was introduced to me from Bagios Papalambros who has the Ouzadiko Bagios in Keratsini, Pireaus.
Then there are the commerical ouzos made for tourists and Greek-Americans who don't know good ouzo from sambucca which are generally too sweet or in some cases just plain undrinkable. I don't want to name them because they are big corporations with an image to preserve and employ a multitude of lawyers to help them preserve it but if you stick with the ouzos I mention above you should be OK.
In the cafeneons ouzo is served with a meze included, for about a dollar a glass. The mezedes can be anything from a salad, stewed meat and vegetables, sardeles pastes, koukia (beans), sweetbreads, meatballs, cheese, sausage, fried fish or whatever the specialty of that cafeneon is that day. Eat and drink slowly and enjoy the journey. The cafe owners are always good cooks and in many places it is almost like a competition who has the best mezedes. Don't be macho. Drink ouzo with water. When you pour it in the ouzo will turn a milky white. How much to pour in is a matter of taste. A good trick is to water it down as you drink it. In other words you keep adding water. You won't get as drunk this way and because you will be drinking as much water as ouzo (or more) you won't be dehydrated or hungover (maybe).
If you should be lucky enough to meet someone who makes his own ouzo watch out. Though they call it ouzo it is really raki or tsipuro and does not have that licorice flavor one associates with ouzo. It is made in homemade stills and goes down smooth but it's effects are rapid and powerful. But one glass won't hurt and two is even better.
Ouzo Plomari of Isidorou Arvanitou is the ouzo with the cork in it. Strangely enough I could not find it in the cafeneons the first time I went to in Plomari. The story I was told is that the original company was sold to the man who owned the famous OUZO 12. When he sold OUZO 12, (which I don't like much), he took his money and bought the small Arvanitis distillary in Plomari and changed the recipe and made it a kinder-gentler ouzo so people like me would like it and they could hopefully market it all over Greece and maybe in America too. But in Plomari they still like they original recipe so there are actually two versions. The bottle in Plomari is completely different and it does not have a cork and it is stronger. I went to the factory to check out the authenticity of this story and unfortunately it was closed. Since then they have used their marketing expertise to make the ouzo with the cork one of the most popular in Greece. You can even get it at duty-free in the airport. The attractiveness of the bottles has made them very popular in restaurants which use them for oil and vinagear on the tables.
Most of the ouzos on Lesvos are not distilled. In other words they just buy the ingredients and assemble them in the shops and then bottle it and sell. Some of the more popular brands are assembled rather then distilled. In Plomari the Ouzo Giannatsi which is owned by Greek-Australian George Kabarnos and his son, is distilled in the old fashioned way and is one of the best tasting ouzos I have tried. Because they are a small company and not able to pay the large sums of money required to get your product placed in supermarkets, their ouzo can be found only in his shop in Plomari and in some small cafeneons and restaurants in the area. According to Mr. Kabarnos real traditional distilled ouzo has no side effects (besides drunkeness) and will not cause a hangover because there is no sugar added and the other ingredients which give each ouzo its distinct flavor, is cooked rather then just added to the mixture. To test this claim I brought a bottle of Giannatsi to my friend Michalis, the owner of the cafeneon in the upper village of Vatousa and asked him to try it. He was quite impressed and then pointed to the bottle. "You see this Mathios? This is why this ouzo is so good. It is distilled."
I can almost remember my first ouzo 'experience'. I was a sophomore in high school attending the American school in Athens. My friends and I were at a neighborhood cafeneon, loosening up for the big dance by drinking Ouzo 12, a popular Athenian brand. Though we had all sampled ouzo before this was the first time we had come to a cafeneon with the intent of using it as our primary source of entertainment, (not counting the dance itself.) At 7:30 I knew I had enough and began walking the quarter of a mile to the school gym. I arrived there just as the buses were taking the kids home at 11:30. What happened to those four hours I will probably never know though I have always suspected that I was picked up by aliens and experimented upon before having some kind of chip implanted in me that made me unable to take school very seriously and rendered me useless for any kind of job besides being a musician and giving unsolicited advice about Greece. The purpose of this and what the aliens have in store for me I can only guess at.
My big plan this summer was to fill a carton with as many different 200 ml bottles I could find on the island. What I discovered is that there are a lot of brands of ouzo that I had never seen or heard of before. Even the small town of Skalahori, with a population of about 500 people has its own ouzo. One of the best of these small brands I discovered on a visit to the village of Agia Paraskevis. The ouzo there is called Kronos and though the owner of the company (a shop really), seemed a little suspicious of my interest in ouzo, he warmed up enough to give me a bottle which I took home to my village. It turned out to be Andrea's favorite ouzo and I liked it too. I asked Nick, an Australian who owns the mini-mart why Kronos ouzo is not available all over the island and he said that Mr. Kronos needs to work on the public relations division of his company. As far as I could tell the only people who work for the company at all are Mr. Kronos and a very nice young guy who though a little slow was happy to make the most of the opportunity to promote the company by posing for some pictures with the ouzo.
Trying to describe the taste of ouzo or to say why I prefer one to another is hard. Not that each ouzo does not have it's own taste and subtle differences. There just are not enough ouzo connoisseurs communicating with each other to put together a lexicon of descriptive words for ouzo. I could borrow from the wine experts terms like fruity, and tasty but they don't work for ouzo. I could move up to the words used to describe the finest whiskeys and scotch, but ouzo does not have the same mystique or pedigree. It hasn't been aged for 12 years in oaken casks or had people waiting in anticipation of this years batch. It's pretty much cooked or mixed together, bottled and shipped out.
If one has a favorite ouzo it is probably not because they prefer one grape to another (who says they all use grapes anyway?). It is usually because they like the flavor that the ingredients added to the alcohol give it, they like the higher or lower percent of alcohol, or they like the color of the bottle or the advertisements for it. As Thanasis the Australian of Xidera, says of the old men who visit his cafe, each one an expert on ouzo with his own personal preference "I buy whatever is cheapest and put it in whatever bottle I have. If I buy Veto and all I have is an Empty bottle of Kefi I put it in a bottle of Kefi and nobody has ever said to me "Hey. This is not Kefi!" in all the years I have been working."
I have to face the fact that while in Lesvos, ouzo is my life. I am not ashamed, nor do I consider myself an alcoholic (who does?). I spend the day doing various activities like writing, reading, swimming, visiting places, until the sun goes down when I walk down to the cafeneons and order my first ouzo and meze. I know that I may drink two glasses or I may drink ten, but in the course of those ten glasses I am going to have interesting conversations, meet a stranger or two, be bought an ouzo, practice my Greek, watch my wife and child head home to bed, and end up talking to the cafe owner about something I know from living in America that he is curious about. I may have the opportunity to explain what the internet is in terms he can understand (that's a fun one), or why it's not necessary to throw a strike on an 0 and two count.
Andrea's uncle Mitzo was famous for his xima. He called it ouzo but it tasted nothing like ouzo and a lot like moonshine, raki and tsipuro. It shared an element with all three. It could knock you on your ass in no time flat. There was an old still in his garden that he used to make his ouzo. He would sing to us:
Otan kapnizi oh loulas
esi then prepi na milas
or
When you light the loulas
you are unable to talk
It's the lines from an old Rembetika song by Mitsakis that I interpreted as being about hashish, but Uncle Mitso had his own meaning, the key obviously resting on the translation of the word loulas. Unlike the commercial ouzo, his came from his own grapes. Even after he could no longer drink he continued to make his own ouzo to share with friends and family and unsuspecting visitors.
Not many people outside of Lesvos realize that their grapes were wiped out by a blight several hundred years ago and have not been grown except in private gardens, until the last few years. It is only in the last two years that wine from Lesvos has been introduced thanks to a grafting technique that has made a variety of blight resistant grapes. In the past the island was famous for its wine because the soil and climate are perfect for it and perhaps now we are witnessing the dawn of the new age Lesvos wines. Most of the wine served in Lesvos is the commercial variety from the mainland and Santorini, or excellent local xima wine from Lemnos.
Occasionally on a Sunday I will drive over to Xidera, the most remote village in Lesvos, where my wife is from, and visit with my friends who live there. Most of them are old men though there are a few my age like Thanasis the Australian. He owns the cafeneon directly across the small street from Andrea's aunt Aglaia who is the finest one burner cook in all of Lesvos and makes grand feasts for us to be washed down with ouzo. Her husband Panayotis (riding the donkey on the front page of this guide) is the village butcher so one of the staple mezes are the fried organs of whatever he has killed recently, usually a sheep or goat. I think it's the staple. Maybe she only serves them to me to get rid of them or because I told her I liked them when she served them to me once many years ago. Regardless, whenever I sit down with Uncle Panayotis and he offers me an ouzo, I know there is a spleen not far behind.
Thanasis is my primary source of village information. His wife also makes great mezedes and I can't set foot in the place without somebody buying me an ouzo and offering me a small meal with it. Normally I try to control myself and save my ouzo drinking for evening, but more often then not, a visit to Xidera is an excuse for an afternoon of letting go of the rules I have made up for myself and is always rewarding in some way. I either have some major breakthrough in communication with one of the old villagers or I am filled with such peace of mind that I realize a few more weeks on the island and I will be beyond treatment but who cares?
Kefi
My first day in Lesvos a couple years ago. It was a Sunday which is a popular day in the cafeneons and spontaneous explosions of kefi are not uncommon. What I mean by kefi is a feeling that comes over one that can only be expressed by dancing, singing or radiating(sitting there and glowing with happiness which is what I do). I was with my daughter recovering from the drive and the carrying of luggage to our house at the top of the village where no car dares to go for fear that it may never return. We were sitting in a corner of Tryphons while in the other corner sat a group of young and old men who would burst into song when one of the tunes being played struck a chord within them. The finest singer of them all was a young carpenter and stone mason named Panayotis who every so often when he was really filled with kefi would leap to his feet to dance. Not for us, not for his friends or anyone else in the cafeneon (which was empty except for us), but for himself. He was lost in the music, the moment and the movement. He was expressing himself to himself and we were blessed to be witnesses. It was really very spiritual, like watching lovers, or a holy man talking to God and realizing that God is indeed listening.
Ouzo is a kefi-catalyst. For more on the subject rent Zorba the Greek or read the book by Nikos Kazantzakis
If you are interested in trying or purchasing Ouzo Plomari by Giannatsi you can come to his shop in the market place in Plomari right off the main square in the port. He will be happy to explain what makes his ouzo so good. If you love ouzo it is worth the trip. You can also contact George Kabarnos by phone or fax at 22520 32822 if you are interested in selling it or want to know how you can have it in your neighborhood ouzo store. Or ask for it in your local cafeneon or ouzerie.
If you are in the Athens-Pireaus area visit Ouzadiko Bagios with one of the best selections of ouzo, tsipiro and mezedes anywhere. Unless you know Athens you will never find this place on your own. But if you phone or e-mail Bagios (he speaks perfect English) not only will he send a taxi to pick you up and make sure you get home, but he will tell you all you want to know about ouzo, mezedes and tsipuro and what goes with what. Never again will you be satisfied with the commerical ouzos once you visit Bagios. Tel:210 4009507 or 6977036478. You can e-mail him too: [email protected]
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| August 5th, 2004 05:34 PM |
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Lambchop ...................................
I just spent the last fifteen hours staring intently at that bathetic , pathetic , feckless , holistic little Avatar of yours and I simply MUST ADMIT : Words can not describe how desirous I am of grabbing that little creature and ramming it so far up my arse , whilst twirling it around and around and around as I swab out me colon , that I can literally taste cotton .
Come .............................ands allows me's to U- U- U- UnCake this evening .
D. J. Jersee Joe and the Fresh Prince of Boca Raton !
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| August 5th, 2004 09:18 PM |
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Bill bled a bird in Atlanta...
She had terribe teeth.
Sad thing, that. |
| August 6th, 2004 09:06 AM |
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We got that cold front here finally... perfect weather for a horrible city and a dangerous place to live. |
| August 6th, 2004 11:02 AM |
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McQueen wrote:
Bill bled a bird in Atlanta...
She had terribe teeth.
Sad thing, that.
Joey has bad teeth...
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| August 6th, 2004 11:19 AM |
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This radio station in Atl (horrible& dangerous) that recently changed their format played Rocks Off this morning and I flipped out. Cranked that shit out and a couple of homeskillets in the car next to me looked at me like I be crazy. |
| August 6th, 2004 12:13 PM |
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| Lambchop* |
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Some Guy wrote:
This radio station in Atl (horrible& dangerous) that recently changed their format played Rocks Off this morning and I flipped out. Cranked that shit out and a couple of homeskillets in the car next to me looked at me like I be crazy.
Joey has very bad dietary habits.
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| August 6th, 2004 12:46 PM |
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| Some Guy |
Where is Joe? |
| August 6th, 2004 12:49 PM |
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| Lambchop* |
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Some Guy wrote:
Where is Joe?
I don't know - I'm worried. He ate far too many carbs last night. It was ugly...
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| August 6th, 2004 12:50 PM |
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| Some Guy |
sad, sad, sad. |
| August 9th, 2004 02:53 PM |
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Lambchop* wrote:
I don't know - I'm worried. He ate far too many carbs last night. It was ugly...
Lamby ........................................
You make Joey Sniggle ! |
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