Recently I visited Greece on vacation, and found out something I always vaguely knew. Greeks don’t eat breakfast. There is an old joke about breakfast in Greece. They say a Greek breakfast is basically a cigarette and coffee. My husband being of Irish descent is a lover of all things breakfast. He would be happy eating breakfast, morning, noon, night and even midnight snack!
I never could get around the ridged food list that makes up breakfast. What law saws breakfast must contain, bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, or hash browns? God forbid there be pizza in there unless of course it has bacon and eggs on it. Usually while husband munches on some crispy bacon and scrambled eggs I eat leftover Chinese food cold from a box. Guess I never subscribed to what you are supposed to do at breakfast.
So I knew there would a culture clash when we went to Greece. Each of our hotels included a buffet breakfast. This breakfast consisted of olives, feta, Greek yogurt, fruits, spinach and cheese pies, homemade breads and usually a tray labeled bacon. Bacon it seems, in Greece, is masquerading as ham.
A Chronology of Breakfast time
So the first day, poor hubby sat there looking lost while I chowed down on olives and other non-breakfast type foods. He drank a cup of watered down American type filter coffee and waited for lunch.
On the second day, he repeated his actions of the first day.
On the third day, he tried a little of the fresh bread and complained there was no toaster, but he did go back for seconds, buttering each piece with a generous slab of fresh butter. He tried the bacon (ham) and some cheese. He tried some Greek coffee and fresh (yes fresh) squeezed orange juice. Was that the hint of a smile playing with the corners of his mouth?
On the fourth day he ate with gusto. He tried the thick creamy Greek yogurt with fig spread, feta, and some warm fresh baked breads and pastries. He made himself some Greek coffee, and had the fresh squeezed juice. He had finally come to terms with breaking the rules and traditions of breakfast law. He found out there was no breakfast police. And when in Rome, Athens, or Mykonos, you do as the romans or Greeks do. He even said, "Poli kalO" (Which means very good) when asked how it was by a waiter.
|What? No bacon?|
I am not a fan of fast food but riding on the ferry for our 8 hour return trip to Athens I ate the only food available on the boat. (It ate at was what I am sure they viewed as an American style burger stand) I innocently ordered a bacon cheeseburger and opening this sad little sandwich I saw the bland piece of ham. Yup-- no bacon in Greece.
|Greek Orthodox Cathedral|
|Red beach in Santorini|