Cooking in a Greek household is an art. I am half Danish, and my father came from the part of Yugoslavia that was part of Greece. When I went into the restaurant business I worked and trained under some talented Greek chefs. Looking Greek and acting "tough" was a chore, but I learned that there is a talent to cooking and presenting Greek food. I am sure that everyone knew I was gay, but as "taboo" as it is in any Orthodox, well most cultures, there was somewhat "eh, its alright" attitude. Whether I was heading the line in some dance at a "bazookia", or making Easter pastries I think me being gay made me a more talented and committed chef. All the Greeks I know, it is the men that take control of kitchen especially when it is a whole big dinner. Tonight was a testimony to my Greek teachings; for 20 people I started off with Taramousalata (Greek Caviar), plate fulls of feta cheese and kalamata olives; followed by Avagalemeno soup (Greek lemon soup), with Spanitopita and lamb and chicken souvlaki, lemon roasted potatoes, rice, and roasted eggplant. for dessert of course Baklava and Taropata (coustard filled puff pastry (filo). Not bad for one person. Being gay made sure I got the job done, doing an excellent job is the Greek in me, or fear of getting a slap in the back of the head. "ooopa", Georg (Yorgos).
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