Kiyikoy

A small fishing and forestry village in Northern Greece. This morning, early, the view was mist and green hills above it. Then, later, the sun burned off the mist and we could see the golden sandspit and the Black Sea. 


Last night we ate grilled red mullet, fresh bread and salad by the open fire. Our hosts were indulgent enough to cover the low table by the fire with a table cloth and allow us to sit cross-legged in the warmth. Mehemet, who used to run an international import/export leather business, and is now 'retired' to run Hotel Endorfina, sat with us and talked, drinking his 'lion's milk' (raki*). For us he provided delicious organic red wine. 


Today we are going on a fishing trip - in his 'primitive' fishing boat, to see if we can catch a turbot. 


Brillat-Savarin has a story about being called in to consult on the proper way to deal with a turbot that was too large for any of the cooking vessels of his hosts - he advised that it be cooked in the washing tub, and claims that the result was superb. 


I am hoping to call to the end of my line just such a turbot.


* Turkish raki is like Greek Ouzo - aniseedy and very strong. Lion's milk is a good name for it - it certainly makes you roar.