Tsoureki
“I was trying to think of an object to commemorate my late father.
I remember him telling me about his childhood in Nazi-occupied Greece, and how Larissa, the small town he was evacuated to, was liberated at Easter 1945.
He said his first sign that the Allied forces were approaching was when he heard Greek soldiers singing the traditional Easter carol, Christos Anesti, with great gusto. So I thought of the Greek Easter bread, the tsoureki, though I suspect flour and eggs would have been in short supply, let alone cochineal for dyeing the red egg.”
Nick Xylas
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