Loukaniko and Myzithra

Yesterday we went shopping in the mountain village and of course we drove past the bakery.

Already on the stairs the old Greeks waved to me with their weather-beaten faces: "γειά σας" (Jassas). Inside the baker huged me to greet me and the saleswoman grined so that I could see her gap in her teeth.

Of course the first thing she did was giving us two biscuits and we sat down in front of the shop with a coffee and spinach and feta cheese pieces. We also bought bread of course and with a wink she put a sesame ring in my bag.

Now we sat outside, an old Greek sat down next to us and we chatted, when the baker came out.

He waved to his friend, who was there in his car and opened the rear double doors. I could see a scale.

The baker was buying about a meter of sausage. He waved to me. "You have to eat this," he said and presseed two cups into my hand - rice pudding with cinnamon, I know that from here already.

But the sausage? I was very curious and he recognized that and grinned. And wasn't that this super delicious greek cream cheese? I love it! He gave me a piece of sausage to taste. What a unique taste!

Without further ado, we bought a kilo of Myzithra (cream cheese) and over half a meter of Loukaniko (greek sour farmer's sausage).

We had to eat the rice pudding straight away, the baker made sure of that and brought out two spoons outside.

The spinach and feta cheese pieces didn't fit in our stomachs anymore, so we took them with us.

The part of the sausage that hadn't gradually „disappeared“ over time 🤣 was eaten this evening with fava and capers. Luckily Rainer brought his pan!

Incredibly delicious! 😋😛 Loukaniko!!! ❤️Okumaya devam et