-
Recipes for Comfort of the Wintry Soul
“Even though I majored in English Literature in college, I was never fond of Ezra Pound’s poetry (or politics). Even though T. S. Eliot dedicated ‘The Waste Land’ to him, calling him il…
-
Christmas in Athens: An Ancient Greek Reminisces
Eating Well Is The Best Revenge By Diana Farr Louis The iconic Greek family at their dinner table. “When I was young, growing up on Long Island, my father used to bring home…
-
Athens Is The New Athens (Revisited)
“This column, first published last May, was the result of several months spent exploring The Big Olive for a new book, 111 Places in Athens That You Shouldn’t Miss. I intended it as…
-
The Summer That Came & Went
“The summer’s unseasonal storms, which did more harm than good, followed a rainless winter and spring. Even as early as mid-June, not long after we arrived to stay, locals were telling dire tales…
-
Montofoli: A World Apart
“Our hostess explains, laughing, that the name of this estate/vineyard in southern Evia probably means Mount of Leaves, from the Italian foglie, but that it could just as easily be Monto Folly or Mount…
-
Is Tom There? Remembering My Brother
“‘Is Tom there?’ I can still hear my father mimicking the girls who used to call my teenage brother several times a day back in the mid-1940s. He would lift his own voice…
-
Jam Session & A Tribute to My Father
“As my father was born on June 2, 1892, I never fail to think of him this month. A sugar broker who loved his job and the commodity, he would have been horrified…
-
Athens Is The New Athens
“The real revolutionaries are those who keep going with a smile, with a thought for their fellow residents, and respond to our straitened circumstances in creative ways, refusing to be cowed by nefarious…
-
A Halcyon Day in Elefsina, Revisited
Eating Well Is The Best Revenge By Diana Farr Louis “The site of The Mysteries, one of the holiest in the Ancient World, was not on any but the most scholarly tourist’s list…
-
Tell Me What You Ate
“One day, though, I had an epiphany. I must have been about twelve or 13, and my classmate Doris had asked me over for Sunday lunch. They had no servants and her mother…