A tale of three little pigs
Bags of beans, courgettes, apples, plants, jars of produce - what goes around comes around. A case of share and share alike.
In our Greek village it's no different, even though we're still new here and the economic crisis is biting hard. We're given bags of produce, eggs, fruit, grapevines and cactus plants. We've been treated like royalty at the panygyri, with food and wine brought to us on plate after plate. A fight's almost broken out in the plateia over who's going to be the first to buy us an ouzo.
Over the past year, we've been saving our food scraps and vegetable peelings and leaving them out for collection to feed the hens and the three pigs.
We've had bags of eggs left on the front door on a regular basis.
Our garden's been rotavated.
This week's been no exception. Two great slabs of lean pork, ten thick chops and a dozen big slices of belly pork were delivered with a fag-in-the-mouth smile to our door.
And then we have an invitation to supper next door. It's only a pig's head sizzling away in the pizza oven.
Still, with plenty of garlic and roast potatoes, a whole load of ribs and feta in the oven, we might just get away with it. Although maybe not.
That's about it.
Love Maddie x