The winter tends to bring on a rash of meat-heavy meals: sausage, meatballs, sausage, bacon. In some ways (for me) this is a paradise, but the old adage "too much can be a bad thing" (or whatever the hell it is) proves true even for a meat-lover like myself. That being said, this particular meal still has meat in it. But I believe Moussaka is traditionally a non-meat dish, and with these good intentions I have gained momentum towards a slightly less meat-full diet.
Perhaps I am also dreaming of Grecian isles during these winter months; a nostalgic dream of those years when debt figures were still being bluffed. Perhaps even farther back, when people still believed that a fleshy god was living just beyond the clouds and impregnating gorgeous virgins on earth.
Ah, those were the days.
Really my only knowledge of Greece comes from the film Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. In this film, we do not see Rorie Gilmore eating anything because she is too busy bathing her nubile young body in the Aegean Sea and flirting with a beautiful fish monger. From my perspective, if she wasn't stuffing her face with fish and cheese and motherfuckin' spanikopita all the time, bitch is crazy.
