I love Mediterranean food. I mean, LOVE it! This past weekend, I enjoyed the best tabouli and hummus that I’ve had in a long time. I dropped Kelsey and Katie off a their friend’s graduation ceremony, and walked across the street to a little Mediterranean deli. It was like a trip into heaven! I could have stayed there all day. As soon as I walked inside, I was hit with this intoxicating aroma of warm deliciousness. I asked the woman what the smell was and she answered, “Oh, I just pulled some coconut macaroons out of the oven.”
Well, Mama, you just know I had to try one and…
(it was so worth it!)…Okay, I ate two, but that’s all. I promise!
While I was in there enjoying a delicious meal and typing away on my computer, I felt like I was an extra in the movie, “My Big, Fat Greek Wedding.” Everyone who came in knew the people behind the counter. I felt like I had intruded upon a family reunion! Two young girls were sitting at a table in the back, munching on macaroon while they studied for a science test. A woman came in, plopped her kid at their table, pinched their cheeks, told them they were doing “good, hard work in school,” and went behind the counter to grab some lentil stew. Two young men came in and the manager got on to them for their negligence. It was either for messing up on a delivery or for sticking a fork in a goat. I’m a bit rusty on my Greek. It was a flurry of activity and there I sat, the lone woman at the laptop with hummus and a cup of coffee.
And I was in hog heaven!
The whole environment reminded me of my family. As a matter of fact, when I saw “My Big, Fat Greek Wedding” I immediately imagined my family. Just replace the moussaka with macaroni pie and the babaganoush with a side of liver and onions, and you just about have it right there. Maybe it wasn’t so much the food was so delicious or the environment so welcoming…and maybe it wasn’t that I was harboring a secret desire to be Greek. Maybe it was just because the flurry, the frenzy, and the families so entertwined in each other’s business that you couldn’t tell one from the other, all of that just made me miss my family all that much more.
I love coming from a true, blue southern family. We are vivacious, loud, and as stubborn as the day is long. I swear there’s got to be some Greek in there somewhere…
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