(Before I even begin, if I don't make sense at some parts, I have had a beer or two, so I apologise for any inconvenience, rambling, syntax, grammar or spelling mistakes, switching between British and American spelling and cause of general confusion.)
So I decided to go all cooking blog on you and show you what I cooked for May Day.
But first, some background. International Workers Day (May 1rst) is the commemoration of the 1886 Haymarket Massacre in Chicago. It is very well known all over the world (I believe?) and respectfully kept throughout Greece. In fact, it is held as a strike and not just a national holiday or bank holiday. Many institutions like museums or public transport that regularly work on national, religious or bank holidays, don't on May 1rst.But May 1rst (or Protomagia in Greek) has another connotation for the Greek society. May 1rst is basically the unofficial beginning of the summer. It is the first time the average Greek gets to venture into the wild (read: the nearest arboretum, city park or small field they can find that doesn't already have tens of people claiming it. Or the beach, my personal favourite, which, for reasons I am going to explain, isn't really popular, but plenty of people opt for it too), barbecue (read: burn perfectly good) steaks, pork chops, souvlakia and sausages (and maybe start an arson or fifteen- not a day off for the fire brigade), play games (read: get drunk and play a football-met-handball-they-got-drunk-and-made-out-and-agreed-to-never-mention-it-again-but-there-are-pictures-to-remind-them-of-it sort of game) and enjoy nature at its peak of beauty (read: pick flowers and make intricate woven crowns out of them that they burn on St John's day on the 24 of June, but that's another story. Hence the smaller popularity of the beach. No flowers).






















