He knows his onions

There used to be a photo slide of my dad, in the garden growing onions. Which is odd as I don’t remember him having particularly green fingers. I used to have allotments in the UK and I used to grow onions. We would store them up and use them during the winter. It was for fun, trying them here, I did not expect huge successes. I had hoped for better things with the Spring Onions, but it was too windy and they don’t like being dried out. I only got a couple to maturity as you can see. I pulled the onions up early, as they were going to seed. They were in a plant trough, not ideal, but it was worth a try. They are about one third of how big they should been. 

Saturday night, I decided to go to what I call the locals bar. A kind friendly Greek guy runs it. It’s named after himself. Vasileas. He kept it open when all the trendy places closed for the season. I suppose you can liken it to a spit and sawdust UK pub. You get a good welcome, you don’t always get these goodies, but tonight was my lucky day, again. When I left it was spitting with rain.

When I got back to the house, there was a flash of light behind the mountains. Lightening? No thunder. Then the thunder appeared. I tried a photo, no luck. Sifnos had the same storm. I think we got a fair amount of rain, as everything looked a bit fresher Sunday morning. At the Coffee Shop, there was talk of the service at St George’s and the cheese. I said I had no idea why I was given it. Somebody thinks it’s was donated as the chap who make cheese on the island might be called George too. I showed Marinos my photos and video of the service. I decided to try a bit of Greek apart from the usual yes and no’s that I throw out there. Last week, someone brought in a grapefruit. Things like this are left on the counter, pleading for new homes. I would buy it. I got my Greek ready, I knew most of it. I would pick the fruit up, so I could refer to it. “Can I buy it please for one euro”. Now this seems quite simple. It is, but it’s not like the stock, Greek we all learn first “I want a sandwich”. But it worked and I got a lemon thrown into the bargain. I think it’s shows I am trying and a lot of words I  now know like the word  for cheese. Thinking of what I was like in September, for me in seems a minor miracle. 

Back at the house I decided to have a lazy day. I cleaned the house and went to Livadi. I read a chapter of my PLF book, at the port, met a chatted to a couple of people and had lunch. As some of the cat food got wet last night, I have replaced the old frying pans with smaller containers that fit better under the upturned buckets.