Meatballs with Bulgur
1987, Kofinou. A party is being organized at our restaurant. My mother is in the thick of cooking preparations. We kids wander around the kitchen, carrying out her instructions. We start with five kilos of minced pork, to which my mother adds grated and well-drained potatoes, bread soaked in water, onion, brandy, spices, herbs, salt, and pepper. She mixes everything very carefully and then calls me to knead along with her. The aromas of cinnamon are intoxicating. We shape the meatballs together. Soon I see them taking color in the pan and I wait impatiently. The restaurant smells wonderfully of freshly fried meatballs...




