Curry no show
If you’ve been reading my other blog (and if not why not?), then you’ll know that we ventured over to Skiathos for a curry for my birthday and you’ll also have read that the curry was not forthcoming as the establishment was closed. I have to say that being a vegan in a curry house is generally a delight because you know without even looking at the menu that there will be more than one dish you can have! So my disappointment was vast as the main reason we’d gone over to Skiathos was because of the aforementioned curry. However, not to be a downhearted vegan, we visited a couple of supermarkets to see if they had any vegan delights (or just essentials would do). In the first supermarket, which Sean had visited previously, we found soya milk: plain and flavoured, and chocolate spread (for junior of course she says with fingers tightly crossed). The soya milk is for emergency cups of tea although I do seem to have rectified my soya milk curdling conundrum! It’s all in the water. When I first started making the milk I was using bottled water and didn’t have any problems, then I switched to natural spring and then filtered water. That was when the trouble started and so I have switched back to bottled again for the milk making and tea brewing and I am happy to say that all seems to be fine. If you knew what I was like without a cup of tea in the morning you’d know that this was a cause for celebration.
In the second supermarket we chanced upon the holy grail – margarine fit for the consumption of the Skopelos vegans. Rejoice, rejoice and rejoice again because it’s a damn sight cheaper than the stuff Sean brought back from Athens. Obviously I’ve not tried it yet and if it tastes like engine oil the rejoicing will stop but I have fairly high hopes that it will be okay and another vegan essential can be crossed of my imaginary hit list!
We should have returned from Skiathos at lunchtime but the boat was cancelled so we decided to have a bite to eat as junior was gnawing her arm. We went to Ariston near the port, handy for running (okay briskly strolling) to boat, and Sean and I had pizza whilst junior had a bowl of pasta with olive oil. My vegetarian pizza, minus the cheese – much to the waiters bemusement, was really good. The base was crispy and not at all doughy and the veg: mushroom; tomato; aubergine; onion; pepper and artichoke was abundant and well cooked. Junior demolished her pasta in 3 minutes flat and then said we should go. On being told we were still eating she wandered off in a 4 year old strop! Junior has become a bit of an olive oil fiend lately, having it drizzled on pasta and pittas and even snacking on wholemeal bread dipped into oil. This new found obsession has come at the expense of the sweetcorn which has now been confined to juniors long list of foodstuffs entitled ‘yuk’.
Off to Alonissos on Saturday where I first began my obsession with spinach pies so I may have to have one. I’ll let you know, I may even take a picture if you’re lucky!
