I've got a problem...
“Psst…a half of the white stuff and a quarter of the green and black”. Yep amigos I’m in denial but I have to admit it, I’ve got an addiction. Read on and tell me if I need to seek help?
The other week I was out of milk so popped down the shops, a quick and simple trip for two pints of semi-skimmed, whilst the kettle boiled. Upon turning the corner into the high street I can only say that I was bodily taken over by my little problem. There in front of me was the market and calling out to me was a Greek food stall. I was hopelessly distracted by a huge bowl of Greek sun-dried tomatoes and the rather craftily placed free sample sign. Venturing closer I also saw row upon row of olives and the final straw…a tub filled with blocks of freshly cut Feta.
The Greek man knew I had a problem…”Yes Sir, try the olives, beautiful like the Greek woman”. At first I was strict and just asked for some sun-dried tomatoes (just a few, for research purposes only). The Greek man kept on “Some Feta Sir, fresh and pure and white like a Santorini summer”. Ok I thought, I’d just have half a block of Feta. No, the Greek man looked offended and I had to agree with him in that cutting it was a bit like what we did with the "Elgin" marbles! By this time I was on a roll, the Greek had me hooked and knew it. “Some Olives Sir” Yes hombre, some of these a few of those…mmm! I was high on Feta and Olive buying! Finally I stopped; I didn’t want to OD so I asked the man. How much? "22 Pounds, Sir!", Madre mia! I had to quickly revisit the cash machine but well worth it. The most expensive two pints of milk shopping trip ever. I think I’ve got a Feta and Olive problem folks!
The other week I was out of milk so popped down the shops, a quick and simple trip for two pints of semi-skimmed, whilst the kettle boiled. Upon turning the corner into the high street I can only say that I was bodily taken over by my little problem. There in front of me was the market and calling out to me was a Greek food stall. I was hopelessly distracted by a huge bowl of Greek sun-dried tomatoes and the rather craftily placed free sample sign. Venturing closer I also saw row upon row of olives and the final straw…a tub filled with blocks of freshly cut Feta.
The Greek man knew I had a problem…”Yes Sir, try the olives, beautiful like the Greek woman”. At first I was strict and just asked for some sun-dried tomatoes (just a few, for research purposes only). The Greek man kept on “Some Feta Sir, fresh and pure and white like a Santorini summer”. Ok I thought, I’d just have half a block of Feta. No, the Greek man looked offended and I had to agree with him in that cutting it was a bit like what we did with the "Elgin" marbles! By this time I was on a roll, the Greek had me hooked and knew it. “Some Olives Sir” Yes hombre, some of these a few of those…mmm! I was high on Feta and Olive buying! Finally I stopped; I didn’t want to OD so I asked the man. How much? "22 Pounds, Sir!", Madre mia! I had to quickly revisit the cash machine but well worth it. The most expensive two pints of milk shopping trip ever. I think I’ve got a Feta and Olive problem folks!
posted by Señor Tronosco at 9:21 pm
3 Comments:
hmmm...imagine if he offered you a Greek woman...talking about it actually...what do you think of Greek women?
Hola!
Well...I once read that the ancient Greek women of Attica used to run around naked in the forest pretending to be bears? Which I find strangely appealing...RRRaaaRRR!
So to answer your question, Yes, very nice but i'd enquire about the region and it would need to be close to pay-day!
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