Showing posts with label pomegranate. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pomegranate. Show all posts

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Plenty of Veggies

Just in time for Great Lent, a lovely cookbook: "Plenty: Vibrant Vegetable Recipes from London's Ottolenghi."
Recipes are very simple: eggplant with pomegranate, za'atar and buttermilk sauce (pictured); beet, orange and olive salad; caramelized fennel with goat cheese; quinoa salad with dried Persian lime ....
Chef Yotam Ottolenghi also wrote a Jerusalem cookbook.
Separately, a new take on grilled cheese, Sfakianopita, a Greek flat bread, which seems to be a version of the famed plakotiganites yiayia prepared but no one can duplicate. The recipe was featured on an episode of the Cooking Odyssey on PBS, which maintains a fabulous list of Greek recipes

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Haire Thessaloniki!

An amazing mix of people and history here in Thessaloni, the city of Saint Demetrios. We're near the water and close to old neigbhorhoods with narrow lanes and covered markets where people buy their fish and vegetables -- it's the season for kastana (chestnuts), rodo (pomegranate), and freshly dried tea and spices -- I don't think I've ever seen an entire sac of oregano in one place (see right).

So far, the Jewish Museum has been closed, but our hotel is in the Laladika district; in the 1500s, a third of the population was Jewish, a third Christian and a third Muslim. We have a hamam (steam room) in our hotel, which is nothing compared to the old hamam in the city center -- a fascination cluster of domed buildings with bulbous glass domes on the room that attracted heat from the sun.

We got to the archeological museum for a fantastic display of gold from the ancient tombs uncovered locally. Then we went to the Byzantine Museum, where two collectors donated paper and painted icons that exhibit the best of Byzantium.

I keep saying I don't really speak Greek well, but I've been speaking nothing else -- and Mom is a whiz, so that makes navigating the buses and reading signs much easier. There are few tourists here, and the government saw fit to move the tourist office but indicate the former location on the map. So we're completely on our own. We've been drinking a lot of retsina and amazing mezedes at ouzeries. Two owners have sat with us for a drink to talk about politics. This morning, there was a guy playing santouri on the street. Now, it's on to the church of Ag. Nikolaos Orfanos.