Oooooouzo

 Dear Ouzo,

It's been over a year since you and I were together. 

You may have felt as though I had abandoned you, 

and from the bottom of my heart

I missed you too

But finally the opportunity presented itself...

We would be reunited

And it is with deep sadness and regret that I have to tell you this 

my dear ouzo 

but it seems as though you and I may have grown apart over the last year

It's not you, it's me

We're just in different places in our lives

You're great.

You really are but...

well quite honestly you're just too much of a headache!

Maybe sometime in the future, if all is meant to be

our paths will cross again

but for now my sweet ouzo

This is the end.

Love, 

The Unreasonably Hungover Mommy

 It's all true. After about a year of not drinking and being ridiculously healthy in every way possible, ouzo and I just don't seem to be compatible anymore. It's really too bad because I love the stuff but I'm going to have to stick to having just one glass every once and a while from now on....

Last Thursday we decided to have a girls night at the restaurant...well just us girls and Apostolis. He's 4. He really had no idea how lucky he was. Although he did tell Dina that he was going to come to her house sometime when her husband wasn't home, and if her husband showed up while he was there that he'd quickly jump out the window....so maybe he does get it. Anyway...

It was really nice to get out and chat and eat yummy food....and of course have the first sip of ouzo after over a year! We had spicy rocket salad with pine nuts, parmesan cheese and balsamic...pork slowly cooked in tomato and pepper sauce...feta saganaki...salt cured sardines...chicken tigania...white beans in fresh olive oil. So delicious! And everything pairs so well with ouzo. It's just that, ouzo doesn't seem to pair with me anymore.

After 2 glasses, I took this picture

I was sitting down, with my elbows on the table and I absolutely could not take a picture without moving and turning the whole thing into a blurry mess. This wasn't the only one either, this is just one in a series of about six that made me realize I was getting the party started a little too early. Seriously, 2 glasses and I was already doing that laugh...you know that laugh...after we've had a few we all have that laugh that's just a little too loud and almost boardering on obnoxious. If everyone else has had a few they don't notice it because they're doing that laugh too, but when you're the only one...yeah they notice. And the next day I wasn't laughing at all. Since when does 2 drinks lead to sloppy photography and a hangover???

Things have really changed.

But you know, this whole experience has made me realize just how much I appreciate the relationship I have with wine...

And with my wine glass held high...

Cheers to our budding Greek Lover! 

Maria (his mom), good luck to you!

Dina, lock your windows!