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G’day

guh DAY / hello

Latina Russ’s daughter is doing a semester abroad in Australia. The whole family is going to head down to see her once summer vacation hits, and we’ve either been invited to come along or made ourselves a nuisance and are going to tag along — bought the airline tickets yesterday and while H is not well pleased about what is going to amount to an entire calendar day of being on a plane, we are going. Tirana > London > Singapore > Sydney. At least we get a little layover in Singapore, that airport looks cool as heck.

So in honor of the future milestone of adding another continent to my personal checklist, I’m hitting the low-hanging fruit of Australian English. You can look forward to future entries like “shrimp on the barbie” or “that’s not a knife.”

Qofte

CHOFF-tah / grilled meatballs

Finishing up our time in Seattle today so it’s really time to start looking forward to Albania and anticipating the return to our wonderful weekend routine of sitting in a taverna, drinking Aperol spritzes and snacking on whatever we can turn up from the other places around the Pazari i Ri (old bazaar) of Tirana.

There are a couple guys in the bazaar proper who sell nuts, dried fruits, and other trail-mix-esque snacks, and an older couple who sell fruit and veg who often have grapes or other small, handheld fruit that doesn’t require a knife. Good snacks if you’re just a little peckish.

But the real score is to go to one of the zgara around the periphery of the market and get a plate of qofte, which are sort of like the answer to the question “what if you made meatballs into cigars and then grilled them up?” Some times drinking requires meat snacks, what can I say.

Great American Beer Fest

I spent Sunday with the Adopted Kid Sister, going around breweries in Ballard and trying to drink away the weekend.

We mostly succeeded.

Lots of the conversation was about GABF because I guess for me as an experienced hand, it’s a big event but it’s nothing that’s unmanageable, and over time we’ve come up with a game plan that seems to work pretty well in terms of not making us steal taxidermy, but still lets us drink as much beer as our stomachs can hold (or more). And I don’t think it registers to me, any more, the scale of this event, even at its current reduced capacity.

Her first estimation on how many breweries were there: A hundred? Oh my sweet child.

I feel like our “plus ones” have been very hit-and-miss in terms of success or failure. Russ and I broke Michael so hard that when we went to Epic post-Saturday session, he flat out refused to drink any more beer. (Granted, we actually did a third beer fest, Friday during the day, then did Friday night and Saturday day, so that might have been too concentrated.) Canadian Russ took to it like a champ but let’s be fair, I believe he could outdrink all of us combined. Frank I remember being a big puss by the end of it. (Might have been some other fest?) And M gives up by hour two and starts attending the Great American French Fry Fest. But I thought Jake did pretty well all things told, even though he cheated with a nurse sister and a drip bag.

Felt weird to miss it last year. I’ve locked it onto the schedule this year, even though I think I’ll only be able to do the Thursday session, because October is getting very very packed now, and some things have to bend to make sure we hit the big target, which is Oaxaca for Dia De Muerte (a future blog entry to be sure) and our 31st wedding anniversary.

(Girl is a fan of Halloween, what can I say.)

Anyways, Adopted Kid Sister swears one year she’ll come and do it, and then we’ll have to decide, are we playing “Have You Met Brad?” or

Have you met Nova?

(Or both?)

Faleminderit

fah-leh-min-DARE-it / thank you

Confirmation today that H will not need to show her face in Vegas at the end of June, so we’re solidifying our plans to head to Tirana for the most part of the summer. There will be a week or two in June where we will be in Paris but the plan is going to just be to keep our apartment in Tirana and fly in / out for the event.

Faleminderit is the Albanian word for “thank you.” Albanian is a tough language to learn — it doesn’t follow the logical sentence structure that English has (that pretty much all Romance and Germanic languages also follow) and it doesn’t have a lot of carryover words from the languages around it — but Albanians also love America so a lot of them speak at least enough English to make communications at least passable.

(Obviously that gets less when you get out of the big cities, lots of pointing and hand-signalling when I tried to get a snack driving out in the sticks of Albania.)

If you want to read more about last year’s time in Albania you can go here: https://dave.themeesons.com/category/albania-2024 or you can check the Albanian videos on the Season 1 playlist on Youtube. (We’ll see if that works I guess.)

Oinos v Krasi

οίνος / OY-nos / wine
κρασί / kra-SEE / wine

Seemed appropriate to do something romantic for Valentine’s Day so I was thinking about last year when we here and got a jug of oinomelo gifted to us by the taverna we had spent three hours in. I went to Google Translate to ask it how to spell the Greek word for wine and it said …

KRASI

Both are technically the Greek word for wine. Oinos is the ancient Greek word for wine, and while it is still used, it mostly just turns up as parts of words, like oinomelo (honeyed wine) and oinopoios (winemaker). It’s also the root word of both the Latin vin / vino and the English word wine. Meanwhile, krasi is the modern word for wine, and it has its roots in an old Greek word that meant “mixed” because it was common for Greeks to mix their wine with water to dilute it.

Anyways, it’s Friday, gonna put my head on my pillow and dream about the krasì I’m gonna consume this weekend. (The non-diluted kind.)

Chilaquiles

CHEE-la-KEE-lays / tortilla chips soaked in salsa

Timehop was kind enough to run this into my history today:

This was the line Brad and I stood in to get a torta de chilaquiles right off the plane in Mexico City. We had just gotten off a redeye flight, that was VERY bumpy, and everyone else stayed back in the apartment and took a nap. Brad and I got coffee and then got in this line when they started serving at … I want to say 9am? Bollilo bun with beans, a deep-fried pork cutlet, a spoonful of either red or green salsa-soaked tortilla chips, some crema and cheese … god, that was a hell of a “welcome to Mexico City” food stop.

Might have been the best thing I ate in Mexico City this trip.

Might. There was a lot of good food.

(I’ve been thinking I might move over all the posts from cdmx.atomicobrewing.com just for continuity? I realize I’m the only one who reads it but whatever, I do what I want.)

Mastika

μαστίχα / mass-TEEK-uh / mastic liqueur

It’s almost the weekend and I woke up this morning thinking of the smashed crispy potatoes we had LAST weekend at this little taverna near the northern edge of Plaka.

(I blame Russ, because late last night while I was trying to entertain myself with Youtube videos, I saw a Brian Lagerstrom video about potato techniques that foremostly featured pavé, so I of course had to watch it, and then later in the video he boiled some little Yukon gold baby potatoes and then smashed them and panfried them, and that was pretty close to the potatoes from last weekend, oh god I’m just gonna go get them now.)

ANYWAYS.

We had found this taverna early on this year but had just kinda wandered through it in our first weekend walking through Plaka, and decided to try it out when we were looking for a late dinner last Saturday. We got bekri meze and some grilled pork … part? (I don’t know what it was, the English menu said “pancetta” I think? and it could have been? whatever pancetta is made from? pork belly? oh yeah it could have been pork belly) and obviously some wine and we ate and laughed and got more wine and at the end of the night, the waiter brought out a couple of pieces of cake and a couple of shot glasses of a clear liquid which I expected was going to be ouzo but ended up being mastika.

Mastika is another of these traditional Greek digestive liqueurs, very VERY sweet, with an almost floral underlying flavor. Definitely not licorice-y like ouzo or sambuca, which makes it more enjoyable for me at least!

Freddo Espresso

Greeks are about as serious about their coffee as the Italians are. It’s a culture with a weird combination of Turkish / Balkan coffee and espresso, and third-wave coffee roasters and coffee shops are right around the corner from old-school coffee roasters with giant vats set up right out on the sidewalk.

We figured out freddo espresso last year when I saw someone order one in a shop of Lefkada (and then watched the barista make it). Basically what happens is the barista pulls a shot of espresso into a cup with a little sugar, adds a couple ice cubes, then puts the cup onto a milkshake blender. The blender froths up the espresso, the ice cubes melt and dilute it a little bit, and then the result is poured over more ice.

Definitely a delicious milk-free coffee option, especially in cafes or coffee chains that don’t always have cold brew available, especially in the winter.

(and the best part is, it usually only costs about two bucks)

Signomi

συγνώμη / sig-NO-mee / excuse me

I learned this one out of necessity. Greek pedestrians have two nasty habits: One, if you are walking towards them head-on, they will move to their left to try and walk around you, so when you move to your right, you end up bumping into them. Two, if there is a choice between a wide open space on one side of you and the tiniest gap between you and a wall on the other side, they will prefer to squeeze awkwardly through that gap. (Greeks love a good gap.) Signomi is the “excuse me for bumping into you” kind of excuse me.

It also works if you want to get someone’s attention, like the waiter at the taverna.

Also I had to check the spelling on that five times. I gotta do a block about Η vs Ε and Υ vs Ι and Ο vs Ω because I am not sure if there are differences / what situations those differences arise in!

Yassas

γεία σας / YAH-sahs / hello, goodbye, cheers

Ah yes, the Greek aloha! Yassas starts every conversation in a shop or restaurant, is the greeting you hear between people in the streets, what you say to start drinking, it probably also is a derogatory football term and what you say at a bar mitzvah for all I know. It’s the buenas dias, the bonjour, the ohayoo

… the aloha.