>I’m not going on holiday this year. This saddens me deeply – but the urge to move house means that all the usual holiday funds are being ploughed into that. Whichever way you look at it, stumping up for Solicitor’s fees and endless tins of paint is simply not fun.
We normally go to the Med; Greece is a particular favourite, with Samos and Kefalonia being the best recent Grecian breaks. It’s the food that gets us; insanely fresh, hearty, tasty, rustic fare, served in the sun in harbour-side tavernas, with a warm breeze blowing away memories of work. Bliss. The simple blue-and-white Taverna, the chilled lager and simple, slightly flinty white wine is my first-class ticket to relaxation.
Last weekend, I made a simple supper to enjoy in the garden; the weather wasn’t great but it was warm enough to sit out. Chicken pieces had been marinated in Olive Oil, Oregano, Black Pepper and a little Mint; five or so hours in the fridge. Shoved onto Skewers, these went onto the smoking-hot Griddle-Pan for a couple of minutes each side until they turned slightly golden and sticky. Doused liberally – and I mean liberally
– in lip-stinging sea salt and lemon juice, we cracked open a couple of ice-cold Mythos and chowed down.
The first bite; the crunch of salt, the bite of lemon, the succulent, herbed chicken and the smooth, cold lager. I close my eyes. For a second – a fleeting, blissful second – I’m there. I’m on my precious, much -needed, Greek holiday. The power of food and beer to transport should never be underestimated.
It might surprise you to read me enthusing about Mythos but it’s one of my favourite beers simply due to the reasons above; the context in which I enjoy it in. I know I’m not alone either, there’s been love for Mythos for the same reasons from Mark and the Real Ale Reviews Chaps. So there.