Local Heart, Global Soul

August 20, 2014

And The Winners ARE……!!!

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It’s time to announce the winners of my soap competition / give-away.

It’s a give-away of course because you don’t actually have to “compete”  for the prize in any other way than to have entered your comment on to one of my posts about the fabulous organic soaps made by Nikos in the village of Platania on the Pelion peninsular in Greece and hope that your name has been drawn out of a baking bowl as one of the two lucky winners.

I left the word “compete in there because a) people like the idea of entering a competition and b) the word “competition” was already in my categories list and the word “give-away” wasn’t and adding it as extra was a step too far from my laziness and current level of lack of concentration.

For some reason, although several hundred people log into my blog each day, only three of you wanted to enter my competition to get something nice … for free!  (Come ON, How hard is it to give something away???)

I’ve therefore decided to forgo the backing bowl draw and reward all three of my entrants, and they will be hearing from me soonest about addresses so that I can (send Himself to) get these into the post pronto…

Sooo….  In alphabetical order….

BIG Congratulations to:  

Carrie, a long time foodie friend from across the water in the USA.

Elaine, a fellow blogger from  “I used to be indecisive”   http://elainemcnulty.wordpress.com/

smilecalm,  a fellow blogger from “Together we are one”  http://smilecalm.wordpress.com/

Comments welcome both here and on their blogs to congratulate them!

p.s. If you are seeing my winners names in different sizes, it’s NOT any personal preference or anything like that… WordPress is having some sort of glitch/ small meltdown and I see a screen saying “beep beep boop” … the original texts ARE all the same size in the text editer, but the “view post” option shows the texts in all different sizes. If you are seeing it like that, apologies, I hope the WP glitch resolves itself soonest.

August 19, 2014

Something Botanical, But Definitely Inspirational…

This blog post follows yesterday’s one where in October 2012 we were searching for a beach called Damouchari where part of  the movie “Mama Mia” movie was filmed. As our family habit of getting lost was not in any danger of being broken as we find ourselves on a beach that is not the one we want, because there are two next to each next similarly named places to each other: a Damouchari beach and a Damouchari port and as is our want,  we end up at the wrong one.

I’m trailing the rest of my energetic family but at least I have a better idea where I’m supposed to be, so a slow walk on crutches and frequent stops didn’t bother me at all. One of these rest stops that I make involves stopping to photograph an amazing plant alongside the path, I’m botanically challenged so have no clue what it might be called but it’s beautiful flowers are  fragile, delicate and brilliantly photogenic that I feel compelled to try and do justice to their exquisite design. They were still  better in real life than what I managed to capture here, but  these images are here to inspire me if and when I feel the urge to try and draw something botanical…and even if I never end up making the drawings they are still inspirational…

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August 18, 2014

We Have Found Damouchari ….But Are Still Lost!

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Hmmm, Here we are looking for a Greek beach  in a place called  “Damouchari”  where our in-laws have told us that some of the scenes for the Hollywood film “Mama Mia”  were filmed.

As is usual for Family Kiwidutch, we are lost and trying to work out where our wrong turn took place.

According to the map we are supposedly in the right place but this clearly isn’t the beach we are looking for.

We are trying to read our brother-in-laws map and after some head scratching it seems that maybe  there is one beach called ”  Damouchari ” and another next to it called ” Damouchari  Port” and in taking the right turn in the path earlier we have come to the beach  Damouchari  instead of the port  Damouchari .

It was October 2012 when we visited so apart from one other couple we appear to be the only tourists in the whole place, and the entire place seems deserted. The beach we have stumbled on by accident is a bay with a pebble (maybe that should be a boulder) beach and in various places on it other visitors have made towers of stones, some of them quite impressively high.  It’s annoying not to be able to walk on the beach to  photograph them better, so I do my best with the zoom lens on the camera.

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By the time I arrive Himself and the kids are already at the end of the path and then start scrambling over the rocks on the beach.

There are seats spaced all along the beach front path so I can sit for rest and watch the waves roll in and marvel at the stunning colour of the sea.

Further along the path diverts sharply to the right and goes into a deep gully, too much for me to tackle of course but if I had been fully fit then it would have been a very interesting walking track to explore.

By the time I get to the end of the path and back Himself and the kids have come back and told me that they are heading on to try out the other path, if  our map reading is still wrong they will come back and tell me so that I can be saved the extra walking.

Now that I’ve been sitting so long they’ve been long gone and there’s no sign of them so I deduce that the other path must have been good after all.  Now all I have to do is to find Himself and the kids, so this means making my way back to the spot where the path divides…

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August 17, 2014

Making Our Way Down To The Beach…

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Another retrospective post about our 2012 trip to Greece for the October school half-term holiday.

After a recommendation from our in-laws, we have come up the eastern side of the Pelion peninsular to find the beach where part of the film “Mama Mia” was filmed.

There are winding roads everywhere and since I’m having some difficulties with car sickness, we are stopping frequently so that I can get out and take a breather and every time I do so Himself is sorting out on the map where we are and where we need to go to next.

At a certain point we come to a “Y” shaped intersection and it’s not clear which of the two roads is the one we need to take.

Himself chooses one (the road appears to be fractionally smaller than the other) because he  he thinks that the bigger road might take us back up the hill, but the smaller one should lead down to the beach,and therefore hopefully to the place we are looking for. That theory kind-of works, because at least we get close to the sea, but after a long drive the road ends at a car park area.

There is a little side road, but the sign says that it’s  a private road for residents traffic only, and in spite of me telling Himself that I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we took this road so that he could drop off me and save me a long walk on crutches, he insists that we shouldn’t use the private road and it shouldn’t be far.

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The kids are out of the car and bounding ahead down the path before we know it and although I have deep reservations about the track when I round the next corner and see it, the kids have disappeared completely by now and Himself jogged off after them so I’m left alone at the top of the track with no choice anyway.

I can’t say I was particularly amused about the situation at all but with the car already locked there was no where to sit, so I set about picking my way down the track on crutches, getting funny looks from two walkers who passed me and looked back as if to check if I was really serious about this.

Luckily the grass and  stone path didn’t last long and I was soon on a better path that runs by a lot of little buildings.

Some are clearly café / restaurants (all closed) and the rest appeared to be houses except for one that may or may not have been a small hotel (the sign being only in Greek). I seem to be wandering through a small village, but aside from the couple I saw earlier there doesn’t seem to be a soul around. Soon the path comes to a junction and I have to choose which way to proceed, I choose the right hand route and a little while later come out on a beach…

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August 16, 2014

My My, …Here We Go Again!

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A little local knowledge goes a long way when you are a in a different area or in a new country.

Our in-laws have told us about a drive up the eastern side Pelion coast to a bay where some of the scenes for the film “Mama Mia” were filmed.

It’s a winding road (no surprise in Greece) and the drive there takes about four hours so we intend to start out early so that we can take our time a little bit because  even with the use of anti-motion sickness arm bands we will have make frequent rest stops.

I bought a  “job lot” of  DVD’s off some people who were moving back to the USA , since America uses a different DVD player system and they already had their own machine in storage there, they got rid of a cardboard box of Hollywood movies, series box sets and a few foreign films (what I was really after) for a song. Kiwi Daughter pounced on the copy of “Mama Mia” in the pile and so started endless requests to put on the movie (yes, again)  and eventually entire word for word renditions of all of the songs.

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Having heard all the songs as a kid the first time around I have to admit that I wasn’t thrilled when they were first being played constantly at home, but over time they grew on me again and now they number in the tiny  list of  music items that I can hear over and over and not get sick of.

Kiwi Daughter liked the ABBA songs so much that Birthday money soon bought the ABBA “Gold” album and three guesses which favourite was packed in her suitcase as her playlist for long drives.

(Each family member takes one music item for long car journeys).

When she packed it we didn’t know about the “Mama Mia” connection to this part of Greece at all, so it was simply fortuitous that this is what ended up in her suitcase.

We ended up diverting ourselves from the misery of car-sickness by singing the sings in the car as we made our way around the winding roads of the Pelion Peninsular… another mountain, another bend in the road…My My… Here we go again…

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August 15, 2014

Restaurant in Promiri: Fabulous Menu, AMAZING Desert…

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We’ve arrived in the Greek hilltop village of Promiri,  It’s dark but this is Greece in October and it was still a balmy twenty five degrees.

Our in-laws have warned us that this is no tourist restaurant, the menu will be made up of whatever meats, fish or vegetables are available on the day, so the favourite dish you had last week or even yesterday might not be on the menu  and it’s the most “local” in style of all the restaurants they have found in their twenty one years of visiting this region.

Himself and I love this idea but we worry a bit about our fussy children.

We decide to have a wait-and-see attitude and if push comes to shove they may well be dining on bread, fries or rice, but who knows, a small miracle might happen and they might also be hungry enough to try something new. (Well, I live in hope). The restaurant is on a small square and outside is the massive tree that is one of many local landmarks. I’m assuming it must be at least one hundred years old.

Inside the restaurant is full and almost completely with locals, but wither that’s because this is a well kept local secret or because  it’s the last week of the official tourist season I don’t know. I’m not sure of the name of the restaurant  (I think it’s “Ortas”) so I took a photo of the serviette with the details.

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There is a sign on the wall that I ask about, our in-laws don’t know either so we ask the friendly waiter who explains that it’s a left over from the “old days” when every commercial establishment was required to show what sort of category it was in, this sign therefore declares (because this is a restaurant) that this is “Establishment type number four”.

There is also an old style cabinet that houses a set of  wine taps, an old painting done in the Greek Orthodox style of  the Last Supper and in complete contrast, a new beer bottle that’s been heated and stretched so that the neck has both been decapitated from the rest of the bottle but is still at the same attached.  Later in the evening, whilst we are having desert, the chef comes out from the kitchen and joins some of the locals at a nearby table for a drink and a chat.

The meal here is “unconventional” compared with the menu’s we have experienced so far in Greece, but fabulous all the same. The waiter is a young man who speaks good English so he explains the menu and we all take pot luck and choose something different. The meal was amazing: I will keep the fried fish on Palio Trikeri Island in first place as the best meal I’ve had in years, but this is a close second.

It must be said though that although the island had the main course beaten, the same could not be said for the desert. The desert here was brilliant, fabulous and amazing all rolled into one… the desert we had was the  “Pièce de résistance” of the meal and consisted of marinated walnuts in sweet syrup on yogurt with whole cloves inside … and this was beyond FABULOUS!  (and finally I find a Greek desert that is not cloyingly sweet!).

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Buttery toast ready for spreads …

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Fabulous aubergine in smoky cheese sauce…

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Kid fries…

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Establishment Number four…

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Fabulous pork in lemon and white wine sauce…

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Lentils…

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Little fried fish…

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Tasty grilled pork fillet…

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Spicy sausage in eggy omelette style…

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The Chef comes out…

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Desert: marinated walnuts in sweet syrup on yoghurt with whole cloves inside … drool-worthy!

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August 14, 2014

Promiri, Hilltop Living Greek Style…

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We’ve been having another rest day in Platania, well to be more accurate, I rested and Himself and the kids burned off some energy helping their cousin and our brother in law tidy up their garden.

There was urgent pruning to be done, thousands of  half rotted windfall apples and walnuts husks to get onto the compost heap, leaves to be raked and in general massive tidy up to be done before the weather turned cold.

Several days earlier I had hobbled around their garden throwing rotten apples and walnut bits into buckets that I got the kids to haul to the compost heap for me but the uneven ground proved too much for my foot so I rather literally sat out the next day of  garden labour when it came around.

We were visiting the village of Platania in October of 2012 and at our in-laws house these was a hive of activity to get the garden done before leaving the house empty over the winter months.

Later, next year at Easter whilst it was still cool, my brother in law would come back with several male friends for their annual  “boys building week” of mess, turning the place into a building site of carpentry and renovation projects, tools everywhere and sleeping bags on the floor.

They would be working on the most urgent of the repair chores, overhauling  the garden after five months of winter weather and working together on bigger projects like the roof or the veranda or the kitchen or levelling the ruts in the driveway depending on what needed work the most urgently.

During their stay back in October  of 2012 however there was plenty of work to be done so Little Mr. got a lesson on how to using a pruning saw in very tree branches (although he insisted of course that the boughs he removed were “this big” and indicated with his hands sizes bigger than he was).

He hauled the debris of his own labour to the “wood pile” (in his case, kindling) and arrived back at the end of the day at our accommodation proud of his labour, grinning broadly and covered head to toe in dirt.

By now it was getting on in the day and no one was in the mood to cook. After depositing Little Mr. in the shower and scrubbing at least the top layers of dirt off him, we set out to join our in-laws at a place that they recommended we eat together at in a village close by.

The village is called Promiri and my brother in law tells me that it’s one of the most photogenic villages in the whole of the Pelion peninsular. Apparently it dates from around the sixteenth century and it’s steep stone hillside streets are magical for photography.

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Sadly we were not there in daylight, so I had to make do with images that I could capture in very low light.

We parked the cars as close as we could get and set off down some narrow streets to the eatery that our in-laws want to introduce us to.

Naturally I’m the slowest on both this and the return journey to car, and Himself gave me an arm for the steepest bits… but we had been told that we were in the right place when we saw the large tree, … what an understatement, it’s wasn’t large it was enormous!

They say that Greeks are healthier and live longer because of their Mediterranean diet, but seeing how few veggies they eat in this area and how many fries are on offer, I have another theory.

I think it’s just that they burn more calories walking these kinds of streets and they simply use more energy than the rest of the western world does these days… Parking is almost impossible close to the restaurant so patrons have to put some effort into getting here.  Knowing Greek cuisine I may be well pleased of the hard walk back to the car after our meal…

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August 13, 2014

Time For Another Competition: Don’t Get Yourself In A Lather (Or Maybe Do!)…

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It’s time for another Kiwidutch Competition/Give-away…

After all if I have been spending days raving on about the natural ingredients of Nikos’s organic soap from Platania on the Pelion peninsula in Greece, then surely it’s only fair that I share a little of it with my readers too?

All you have to do is to write a comment on one of my recent posts about soap and you could win some of this beautiful soap for yourself !

So…. To the important bits…

What to do:  To be in with a chance to win you need to make a comment on one of Soap blog posts of the last few days.

When to do it: Comments should be made between the time of reading of this post and latest before the end of Monday 18th August 2014.

When will you know who has won?  I will be announcing the lucky winners on Wednesday 20th August 2014.

Did I hear you say “winners” ? Yes, I will be drawing two names from a hat  baking bowl at random, so who knows, My lucky winner could be You!!!

 

 

 

 

August 12, 2014

The Results are a Result! … But A Kid Hears “Cake” And Has Other Ideas…

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The final photographs from my first and only “photo-shoot” (payment being a small gift of soap) came out rather well, at least Nikos was delighted with them and that’s what matters.

He’s used them on his website too and slotted in some of the photographs of the soap making process into the gallery of  photos about the hotel and things to do too.

There are not just the bars soaps on offer though, Nikos also has some novelty soaps that he makes in the shapes of flowers, hearts , little figures and cakes.

Actually this last item caused a stir in the Kiwidutch  family: You will all no doubt be familiar with the situation where several adults are talking and children are in the background, both playing and selectively eavesdropping at the same time. Himself had collected me from Nikos’s hotel in the car and bought me back to our in-law’s place. I was sitting sorting and showing them photographs on the laptop, and the adults in the group were chatting about how it all went, asking questions about the demonstration (surprisingly my in-laws had never seen the soap making demonstration before) and how the first photographs in this post had been made.

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Then we came across the photographs of  the soaps in the form of cakes, not just “cakes of soap” in the regular sense of the word but like actual “slices” of cake.

My darling Kiwi Daughter has a finely turned alert button in her brain that appears to activate in nanoseconds when certain words in either the Dutch or English language enter any conversation, of hers, or of others.

Experience concludes that these words include “sweets, chips, ice-cream, biscuits (cookies), popcorn…” you’ll quickly be getting the idea of a general theme that runs through these “alert words”.

Therefore it was no surprise that upon the mention of the word “cake” the kid who appeared to be doing her own thing with the other kids, gave a start like she had been hit by a bolt of lightening and exclaimed excitedly:  “Cake?, Mama ! You didn’t tell me that you have cake???!” Needless to say that she was rather miffed that it wasn’t the cake she had been hoping for and she bore the brunt of some rather merciless teasing for a little while after that.

She and Little Mr.  accompanied me when I went back to Nikos’s hotel the next day to drop off the memory stick of sorted photographs and they were each allowed to choose some of these novelty soaps to bring home. Kiwi Daughter opted for the little pink figures so that she could give some to her friends and Little Mr. chose a blue and white coloured soap in a flower form.

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Both sets of soaps had been freshly made so we had to let them dry for a month before using them, but the last laugh was on Little Mr. when he was finally able to use his soap.

Laughter and a lot of squealing brought me to the bathroom where stood a skinny little Little Mr. was standing up in the tub, doing an excellent  impression of a Smurf  because every part of him that was soaped was the colour blue.

All the colour from the soap was coming off on his skin, Himself helped him soap up all the bits Little Mr. couldn’t reach so that he was totally blue and I took a photograph for the private family album. Naturally you will understand that that photo can not be posted here.

After scrubbing the kid back to his normal colour (actually his normal colour usually includes shades of dirt, so I mean his temporarily clean colour) the bath water and tub also took on a violent blue hue and it took ages for Himself to scrub off. I have very sensitive skin so I knew as soon as I saw the colours in these that these soaps weren’t for me, we will warn Nikos about the unexpected side effects of this novelty soap.

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Mint and Rosemary Soap…

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Myrrh Soap…

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Goat’s Milk Soap…

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Poppyseed Soap…

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Lavender Soap…

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Rose Soap, (various compositions, I liked them all)…

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(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

http://www.greecepelion.com/desroses/

http://www.peliondesroses.gr/desrosessoapactivities-en.pdf

August 11, 2014

Reminders Of The Dutch Masters Bring Inspiration…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

This is a post that if  I’m brutally honest is more for me than you, I adore the paintings of the old Dutch masters and so when I saw these quinces on a table under the verandah at Hotel Des Roses it sparked off inspiration for the next “project” that Nikos asked me if I might be able to help him with.

He has a brochure for his soaps and still has to use up the old printed supply, but doesn’t really like the starkness of the photographs that were made then they started out.

The soaps were photographed on a plain white background and Nikos now feels that he wants to somehow enhance the photographs so that they better portray the heart and soul of the eco businesses they are trying to build up here, but he’s not sure how to achieve that.

Upon spying the quinces on the table I have an idea about how to convey the feeling of the natural ingredients that are in the soaps so ask Nikos if I may raid his stash of drying herbs, fresh roses from his garden and soaps … and I also need a large flat dinner plate please. He looks puzzled but agrees and soon I am busy on the first arrangement. After the first one he is hooked and excitedly brings me ingredients for the “shoot” faster than I can keep up photographing them.

My idea is to showcase the soaps as much as possible with their own main ingredients, (and ok for the donkey and goats milk soaps I didn’t go so far as a ask him to catch a local goat) but to emphasise the natural organic ingredients that make these soaps special. Today’s post is all about the inspiration, tomorrows post is all about the results…

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

(photograph © Kiwidutch)

http://www.greecepelion.com/desroses/

http://www.peliondesroses.gr/desrosessoapactivities-en.pdf

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