Read This If You Like Greek Food
Last night was delightful. I got home around 5:30pm and then took my folks to dinner at a Greek restaurant. We walked in but there was no one inside so we wondered if it was indeed open. The owner (who doubles as the cook) came out of the kitchen, welcomed us warmly, and conveyed to us using my limited German skills and a lot of hand waving that we had the place to ourselves. The food was beyond excellent and my folks loved the complimentary Schnapps served as the end of the meal. One of my dad’s favorite dishes from 15 years ago is Schaffskase, which is goat cheese. It sounds gross but oh it is so good. Here, they breaded it and then grilled it. How you grill cheese without bread to keep it from dripping all over the rack is beyond my comprehension. The meat platter was literally sizzling with lamb brochettes, gyros, and marinated pork. Oh my. Afterwards, we enjoyed talking with the owner and our server, who I think is his wife.
Back at home, we saw around my slightly broken kitchen table eating currant streudel, pear cake, and chocolate torte that my folks picked up at the local bakery earlier in the day. Mom even ironed my uniform for me. No matter how much I try, I just can’t get my uniforms looking as nice as my mom can get them.
My promotion ceremony (that I specifically said I DON’T WANT) is in two hours. To this place’s credit, they really do work hard to make a nice BBQ complete with schwenks, bratwursts, brotchen, and all the fixings. My “voluntary” contribution was $50 and a tray of slightly burned brownies (these guys will eat anything). Dad charged the video camera and Mom affixed their “Air Force Parent” pride pins to their outfits. It’s really sweet to have parents that like to make a big deal about things.
I honestly cannot think of a single thing right now that would inspire a cynical rant. Don’t worry, I’m sure I will find something by the end of the day.