So back in the days when I was still a sweet young thing, I shared a rundown duplex with a decidedly sassy woman from Thessaloniki. All her friends were from Greece as well and they were nuttier than a 5-pound fruitcake. Without restraint they considered our place their home, and they popped in and out ad libitum. They did bring wine bottles and music without fail, which I thought was mega ace. We would discuss politics and smoked cigarettes (of course) until the cows come home. The mood was strangely Byzantine thanks to the music they brought. We were all tipsy, occasionally there was sexual tension, but mostly our nights were all about longing for the homeland. While I am not a Greek, I was a nomad just the same, and I shared their painful search for a sense of belonging.

Around 5am, the newspaper boy would emerge on the horizon… we cheered him and blew kisses most enthusiastically. The mysterious Byzantine music enveloped our silhouettes. Later we were told the kid was traumatized by our enthusiasm and quit his paper delivery job. Anyway, the delivery of the paper prompted us to consider partaking of the divine thing called food. This is the part I remember most fondly; these Greek friends could fix the most wholesome meal with a very few ingredients even when their mind was foggy with wine, cigarettes, unfulfilled lust, and endless arguments about the future of the Republic of Cyprus.

I think about those nights from time to time with a tinge of sadness. Youth, dreams, genuine friendship, where did they go?
Today I was made keenly aware that I still haven’t found a place where I could call home. It is nothing new, one could get used to it, I have reconciled with the fact that my demise will occur in a place far from my own homeland. But maybe, maybe, occasionally, it is okay for me to calm my painful longings with wine, cigarettes, and orzo casserole my Greek friend taught me?

(Orzo casserole: orzo, olive oil, baby spinach, tomato sauce, garlic, ricotta, maybe feta too, tomato. Bake 30min at 400F, possibly 500,000 calories per serving)

610 kcal Gord: 22,81g | Prot: 26,22g | Carbs: 48,48g.   Café da Manhã: Nescafe Clasico Dark Roast Instant Coffee. Almoço: Wasa Multi Grain Whole Grain Crispbread, Wegmans Roasted Red Pepper Hummus, BelGioioso Fresh Mozzarella Cheese. Jantar: Watermelon, Marinara Pasta Sauce, Baby Spinach, Whole Milk Ricotta Cheese, Orzo, Tomatoes, Mozzarella Cheese. Lanches/Outros: Casillero del Diablo Malbec. mais...

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Ette, hugs are NEVER weird, especially from you! I mean, we need more love in this world 💕 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
This was such a great post that leaves me with questions and wanting to know more about your life. How did you get here, to America, and could you go home if the draw to do so became overwhelming. It is difficult for me to think about living anywhere but here , but then, this is “home” with the good, the bad and the ugly. 
28 jun 21 por membro: Kenna Morton
What a gorgeous read. I too, have those memories... growing up on the east coast was filled with same nostalgic moments, lots of cigarettes and friends like these.... 💕 I no longer wonder where I belong as Jesus has rescued my aching heart... thx for the million calorie recipe!🙂 
28 jun 21 por membro: mama zucc
Kenna, just like you said, this country is absolutely great regardless of what the rest of the world say. People here are beautiful. We have unique challenges but all I care to remember now is the warmth the strangers most generously extended to me. I spent ~30 years in the South. Faulkner, Flannery O’Connor, their world is very real to me. I am slowly beginning to consider the South my home. 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
Hi Zucc, that is something I greatly regret, that is did not teach my son about faith. I think he is spiritually struggling. I was not a very good mother. 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
*I did not teach 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
That sounds really good! I had a giggle about the newsboy being traumatized by the silly ladies. I bet as an adult, that's a story he tells with great relish! 
28 jun 21 por membro: liz-andra
Yep you are right Liz. My sassy roommate was endowed with large bosom and she was braless by the time the paperboy appeared 😂🤣 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
Oh yeah, he definitely tells that story! 
28 jun 21 por membro: liz-andra
Nice read. Thank you for sharing your story. 🕊 
28 jun 21 por membro: Sarah1950
Thank you Sarah. I am a bit embarrassed for being so wordy. You know, everyone hates those recipe blogs with wordy introductions 🤣🤣 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
If you’re not a writer by trade you should be! I found myself hanging on every word wondering what’s next? US Army took me to Germany and my German gf and I spent a long holiday on the Greek Island of Kos. I found the mediterranean people to be loving and full of life! All who wander are not lost! Forget about where you might die, enjoy wherever you live to the fullest until that time! Inspiring! 😎 
28 jun 21 por membro: 66Pack
60pack: no, I’m just a lowly nurse 😂 I am clinging to your words “all who wander are not lost.” I want to believe that. I meet many nonagenarian German ladies through my job. They came to the US as war brides after the WWII. Now they are widows, have no family back home, having difficulty relating to their children who were brought up as Americans. They miss home and weep bitterly, it is heartbreaking. I never forget one lady, Maria, and her lonely death still plagues me to this day. I believe you understand, as I am sure you have witnessed great sadness during your career. Thank you for your service and thank you for your kind words. 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
Tell us the PG-13 details you left out! 😂 
28 jun 21 por membro: troutymctrouttrout
Trout: stay tuned for the upcoming feature, buxom Elena!! 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
Absolutely gorgeous! 🌈  
28 jun 21 por membro: shirfleur 1
Yfritz— Nurse here as well— retired. I bet you are a traveler. Where to next? Where are you now 
28 jun 21 por membro: Kenna Morton
Fleur… it was rather bland. Need to add meat. My sassy roommate may have added anchovies to the tomato sauce. I miss her. 
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
Kenna - you too really??? That’s awesome! No I haven’t had courage to go into travel nursing. So many of them are overworked and abused. The pay is good but I don’t want to end up hating nursing.  
28 jun 21 por membro: yfritz
You tell a great story YF! 
28 jun 21 por membro: gastropod

     
 

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