Every time Omi comes for a visit we usually take a few trips down memory lane.
It’s been three years since my grandfather Opi passed away and she recently confessed to me that the more time passes the more difficult it is for her to accept that he is gone. After all they were married for 66 years. They were always arguing and Opi was constantly teasing her but after so many years they were still holding hands while walking on the street and if that is not love in old age, I don’t know what is.
Last Sunday while I visited her for the last time with the kids (she flew home this morning) my mom gathered a few family albums from when we were still kids.
My father, a passionate hobby photographer, took beautiful pictures while we were growing up. Here are a few:
me and my first dog Josef, 1981
My mom getting acquainted with the new member of the family
still shocked after my first hospital visit (I was running in the hallway while holding a glass and I fell and the glass broke and cut my wrist)
mesmerized by the snow
fashion in the 80s: no comment
my mom, always a child
one of our few pets
always in character
I never understood the sock and sandal combination
nope, no talent there
we used to go on long walks up the mountain with Josef on Sundays, always tried to get out of it, never succeeded
Until next time
Thanks to the greatest husband alive (in a slightly exaggerated sense) and my mother in law who made it happen, I managed to relax, let myself go, unwind & immensely enjoy the time I had with my sister on Andros last weekend.
I recharged my batteries (it always surprises me how ridiculously fast they manage to die on me once I return to everyday normal life), spend some uninterrupted quality time with my sis, met a few new interesting people & laughed a lot (thanks to my dear friend N. who managed to return to her island just in time for the opening of the exhibition).
Here are some of the pictures I took over the weekend. Enjoy.
sunset while approaching Andros with the ferry
the exhibition poster
my super talented sister Alex with two of her paintings
enjoying the small things in life (a.k.a. leftover picnic on the balcony)
I was very tempted to jump of the cliff, but I am not eleventeen anymore
If you ever have the
luxury chance to get the hell away from everyone and everything, even if it is just for a couple of days, DO IT. I promise you it will be A BREATH OF FRESH AIR!
Until next time
I know, I know. I am aware of the zillion beautiful pictures of sunsets in all variations of pink that are out there but honestly I could not resist in sharing some of the pictures I took yesterday.
I hope you can still enjoy. Nature at its best!
4 pork chops
1/4 cup mustard
1/2 teaspoon seasoned salt
100 gr grated parmesan cheese
2 cups crushed corn flakes
1 teaspoon paprika
3 tbsp olive oil
1. Use a meat hammer to pound the pork chops until very thin.
2. Mix the crushed corn flakes with the parmesan, the seasoned salt and the paprika.
3. Spread enough mustard on each pork (both sides) and then dip the chops, one after the other, into the corn flake mixture.
4. Preheat oven to 225°C. Place schnitzels on oven tray. Pour a little olive oil on each. Place the tray in the oven on the middle shelf
5. Bake for 20 minutes (or more depending on the thickness) until crumbs are crisp and golden.
Serve the schnitzels hot from the oven with a slice of lemon and enjoy.
p.s. If you don’t like pork, use chicken instead. Equally delicious!