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How could I forget?

On one of our last nights in Athens, we patronized the grocery store across from where we were staying and off-loaded some coin. We were looking for munchies and bought champagne croissants, which were sooo good, and a small box of cookies.

But these weren't just any cookies. They were Soft Kings triple chocolate cookies with dark chocolate, white chocolate and milk chocolate chunks. drool

I actually wasn't even interested in the cookies as much as I was in the packaging. It was the first thing that caught my eye while scanning the shelves.

Soft Kings -- Cookies were not what immediately jumped to mind when I read that. And the choice of graphics was also questionable. Don't they remind you of, well, a little sumthin' sumthin' else? But who am I to judge? I did buy them, after all, so clearly someone knows what they're doing.

XXX chocolate? Mmmmm... yes!

ah, yum

Okay, so it's been a long time away.

The trip to Greece was quite the whirlwind and with so much to see, do and eat, I suppose it shouldn't be a surprise that it kept me away for so long... even though I've travelled elsewhere since returning home.

Calamari, small fry, chips, bread and zucchini. Yum!

Where to begin? The food in Greece was fabulous. Probably the best seafood I've had to date, eating by the waterfront in very good company, stuffing myself with soft crabs, small fry, shrimp, squid, clams and fresh veggies and, of course, lots and lots of wine.

Mussels, crabs, small fry, greens, mixed salad, feta and so much more...

It was the best holiday I've ever had and would go back in a heartbeat. I get it, the romance of Greece, but it seems to far away now. sigh

yes. no?

Everything is backwards here. Oh, and here would be Greece...

Yes sounds like no. No sounds like yes. A green light doesn't mean it's safe to cross the street, you have to wave down trolleys and cabs only stop if you look like you don't need one.

And I was under the impression that I'd be pretty plump by now but the opposite has happened. Really.

For dinner yesterday we had a tableful of lamb pork chops, fries, beets, fava beans, Greek salad, saganaki, spanakopita, spinach, fried zucchini and dessert. And wine. Lots and lots of wine.

And tonight we had half a loaf of bread, fried zucchini, saganaki, some wine and Greek salad followed by lamb with potatoes.




The waiter kept stopping by to chat and, I'm sure, pontificate with his colleagues about where we were putting all the food. Witnessing two petite ladies ordering and eating a family's worth of food must be quite the curiosity to these men.

There was even a stray cat who sat by our table the entire evening waiting like an obedient dog for some scraps to be thrown its way. Even the animal world can't believe we'd have such bottomless pits.

So there you have it.

We eat. We drink. We are merry. And all the while, the pants aren't getting any tighter.

Life is awful, isn't it...

we don't need another

gyro

Actually, that's a lie. I love these. Just had a nicely toasted pork gyro with fries and a side of sauce. Don't know what kind of sauce but it was very tasty. Very.

Or maybe everything just seems better when you're travelling.

If that "special sauce" had found its way to my table at a restaurant back home, I might have found it suspect. Put it in a little ceramic bowl on a table in Greece and suddenly it's very continental.

Also very continental, my friend tells me, is how likely we are to gain some good poundage while we're here. But I'm okay with that. The amount of weight I lost from getting sick and being so stressed over the past month should be addressed, anyway. I say, this is the way to do it -- abroad!

So bring on the European food challenge. I have yet to meet a gyro, souvlaki, calamari, cheese pie or seafood I don't like.