5 summers ago I had a Greek family staying with us: a mother and 2 adult children; her son and daughter in their mid 20’s. They came to stay for a few days, but ended up staying for 3 weeks.
Cooking by myself
At the time – just like now – I loved waking up very early in the morning and cooking by myself with the doors closed. It was like meditation for me. Not thinking of anything but cooking! The first morning that the Greek family was there, I saw the mother standing outside the shop. Her children went out the evening before and were sleeping in, like they would continue to do. I pretended that I did not see her so she waited patiently for the doors to open and take her coffee. We both knew but said nothing.
The second day I just felt guilty so I opened the door and we made a coffee for both of us. I continued with my work while she was just standing near. I was so thankful that she would not talk too much! It was like we had an agreement not to say anything. We were testing one another but at the same time approving of each other.
From the third day she started helping me to clear up when I was finished, but I could see that she would really love to cook. We started cooking together from the next day. She was a great cooking companion: loving the smells and kitchen as much as I did and enjoying the same jokes. She was grateful to have something to do while her children were sleeping.
Before she left she gave me this recipe from her grandmother. She called it Eliopsomo, but it is more like a savory cake with olives, oranges and herbs. It is lovely in the winter with the freshly picked olives and the newly pressed olive oil! The best present!
Cooking is like therapy
Cooking with more people is like therapy, it makes us feel free with each other and we can talk openly. Sharing parts of our life I suppose makes us more open. I hope you enjoy this delicious recipe, bake it together with friends and family if you can!