Sunday 31 October 2021

This bechamel recipe is my prize Cretan souvenir

 Farmers looking for ways to diversify their revenue streams should take a look at the Cretan Olive Oil farm. I have rarely seen a better example of milking a property for all it's worth.

This relatively compact grove of trees between the main coastal road and the water just outside of Agios Nikolaos offers tourists a number of distractions. You can wander through their gardens to learn about Cretan herbs and their affect on health. You can sign up for a traditional Cretan pottery making workshop. In the shade of an old, open-sided barn, you can learn all about olive oil production, even helping to turn the original 19th-century olive press or raking olive pulp before the advance of the crushing millstone. If you're like us, of course, you'll be heading for the cooking class.


This is a homespun, informal session with a local who demonstrates the classics of the Greek home kitchen, There's no "chefiness", no written instructions and not a great deal of organisation. The instruction reminded me of Italian relatives handing down their techniques: nothing is measured, there are no specific recipes. There's only a general framework of a dish, which may change based on the availability of ingredients or your mood. Those who like to follow recipes line by line may find themselves a bit discombobulated, but the instructor is always at your elbow to assist. It's a great journey through the basics, you'll end up eating a massive lunch and for any like us whose resort package includes dining, it may be the closest you get to culinary authenticity on your whole trip. At 48.00€ per person it's also great value for money.

We took the meat course, which runs every Wednesday at 11:30. (There's a fish option on Mondays.) The centrepiece of the Wednesday class is traditional Cretan Moussaka, a Cretan salad with smoked pork, tzatziki, and sausage and onions. The web site also listed a cheese  pie with honey which we didn't do, thank heavens, because the waste was already epic. Each individual will be cooking a dish that serves four, and the salad and sausage dishes are as worthy of being a main course as the moussaka. When you sit down to eat at the end of the course you can hardly make a dent in what you've prepared, and they have no take-away containers. (If you're staying in the area and not on a dining package, bring materials to take away what you've cooked and you'll have at least three additional meals.)

The crazy abundance, as well as the recipe-free coaching, took me back to the Italian-American kitchens of my youth.

Our most valuable lesson of the day turned out to be an unusual, and promised to be foolproof, approach to bechamel. The difference is starting with something like a batter before engaging with any heat.

  • Start by whisking together a half litre of milk and a whole egg
  • Add 3/4 of a cup of butter, a good glug of olive oil and a cup and a half of strong white flour. Continue to whisk until reaching batter consistency
  • Season to taste with salt, pepper and plenty of nutmeg
  • Only now do you put it on the heat. Whisk while cooking until it thickens to something like stiff porridge
  • Add about two cups of grated cheese. In Crete we used kefalotiri, a semi-dry goat’s cheese. Back home I used a mix of shredded mozzarella and pecorino

The other essential tip of the day: grate (rather than slicing) the cucumber for you tzatziki. Then salt it and let it sit for a while. Once the seasoning has had its water-extracting effect, squeeze the heck out of the veg, one handful at a time, before putting it into the yogurt. The drier you can get the cucumber, the thicker and more unctuous the sauce will be. I was interested to see her finish it off with a glug of balsamic vinegar and well as one of olive oil. This dish, and the sausage and peppers, shared a love of the agrodolce technique common in Sicilian cuisine.

One of the joys of cooking classes is often the company with whom you are dining at the end. People interested enough in food to spend part of their holiday on it tend to share other interests, and our conversation flowed merrily down diverse paths. The group was split between Germans and Brits, from young backpackers to mature travellers. 

I tried several of the recipes after returning home and they were just as good, and easy to produce, in my kitchen as in a balmy Cretan olive grove. While holiday is now a memory, the food can bring some of the atmosphere back at will.

Monday 25 October 2021

Anything Goes is the best of my London theatrical blitz

While I can enjoy an edgy drama, appreciate quirky oddities or savour the catharsis of weeping over a tragedy, my comfort zone is uncomplicated mirth that delivers a happy ending and sends you out of the cinema or theatre dancing on a cloud of happiness. Maybe I watched too much Disney as a child. But I refuse to apologise. In a world full of darkness, infusions of pure joy should be celebrated.

If you need one now, get to the Barbican immediately for their glee-inducing revival of Anything Goes.  

With a hit-laden Cole Porter score, a book by P.G.Woodhouse and the glamour of a trans-Atlantic cruise ship between the wars, this may be the best musical ever created. Add Broadway star Sutton Foster reprising her Tony Award-winning Reno Sweeney with a deep cast of West End veterans including Robert Lindsay’s hysterical Moonface Martin, and it’s no wonder everyone’s been trekking across London to see it. (The Barbican lacks the transport links, restaurants and atmosphere of the West End but, to be fair, it is a wonderful theatre for staging big productions.)

The orchestra soared, the set dazzled, the costumes wowed and the dancing knocked Strictly into a cocked hat. Whether it was the opulent, full-cast numbers like Anything Goes or Blow, Gabriel, Blow, the poignant, elegant dance of You’d be So Easy to Love or the laugh-out-loud madness of The Gypsy in Me (with Haydn Oakley putting in a memorable performance as the repressed English lord daring to break free), this production delivers scene after scene of hummable classics you want to watch again and again. 

But the reason this production has been such a huge hit this year may be down to the big number as the ship is casting off. Oh there’s no cure like travel, to help you unravel the worries of living today. When the poor brain is cracking, there’s nothing like packing a suitcase and smiling away. Take a run round Vienna, Granada, Ravenna, Sienna, and then around Rome. Have a high time, a low time, and in no time you’ll be singing home, sweet home. In a world where international travel has been almost impossible, that chorus was an elegiac cry from Londoners used to frequent escape from this island. While the virus makes real travel a challenge we can still … for now … escape through the medium of the theatre.

Anything Goes was the best of a quartet of productions I drank in during October. Regular readers of this blog will know that when my Dad visits, he takes full advantage of London (and Basingstoke) to see the kinds of live music, opera and theatre that rarely get to central Missouri. I joined him at these.

ROCKY HORROR PICTURE SHOW 

There are many things I wouldn’t have predicted about my life when I was 17; at the top of the list is  probably the idea that I would ever attend Rocky Horror live with my father. I don’t think I’ve seen it in any form since I was 17, when partaking at the midnight show was a daring … but harmless … act of rebellion by Catholic schoolgirls who shouldn’t know about or see such things. (What we wanted to see even more was the banned-by-the-Vatican Life of Brian, but that had to wait until university). I don’t think I really grasped much of what was going on, and I’m not even sure I liked it that much. But the music was good and we thought the weirdness of the whole thing gave us a worldly sophistication. 

Forty years later, with more than 20 of those spent in England, the biggest revelation about Rocky Horror was how very, very English it is. Cross dressing! Bad puns! Barely-disguised sexual innuendo! Being weird well, hell, just for the fun of it! Rocky Horror is a very naughty pantomime, infused with a lot of Carry On films and a great soundtrack. Given the numbers of university students in the audience at the Peacock Theatre (which sits in the middle of the LSE’s campus), it seems the bizarre formula continues to entertain. 

LEOPOLDSTADT

You’d think there couldn’t be much new to bring to Holocaust drama, but when it comes from the pen of Tom Stoppard you pay attention. Everyone I knew who’d seen the semi-autobiographical story of a family in Vienna before and after the war raved about it, and I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity to see it before it closed. Even though I suspected it would make me cry. (It did. A lot. Bring tissues.) The innovation here is following a family for generations leading up to the war; a family that is as close to the establishment as you would think possible, and who practices their Judaism lightly, if at all. In the opening scene they’re decorating their Christmas tree. They’ve intermarried. They’re movers and shakers. They’re rich.

Absolutely none of which helps them in the late ‘30s when the atmosphere turns against them. We are spared the direct horror of the camps, getting it instead as three survivors … one who was raised a Christian Englishman and barely knew his Jewish heritage … talk about all the people who died. Bright, vibrant characters you got to know and care about in the first half. The main point here, for me, was how tenuous freedoms are and how quickly they can be lost. A potent message for these days. 

THE MIRROR AND THE LIGHT

This is the stage adaptation of the third and final book in Hillary Mantel’s trilogy re-imagining Thomas Cromwell as a good guy, adapted for stage by the author and Ben Miles, the actor who’s played Cromwell in the other RSC productions. It will please any lover of history; a compelling tale of rise, fall and the hubris that triggers it, though I’m not sure it has the dramatic heft of A Man for All Seasons. The vast book takes place mostly in Cromwell’s mind, a spectacularly difficult thing to bring to stage. We get a more pedestrian stepping through the story that most people know here.

The venal, backstabbing politics of the Tudor court is well captured, though I don’t think they delivered the story of class struggle quite as powerfully as in the book. Cromwell was always doomed, Mantel’s story goes, because he was an outsider. It’s there, but doesn’t hit you in the play with the force of the source material. What’s done even better, however, is the meeting between Henry VIII and Anne of Cleves. It may, in fact, be as close to reality as we’ll ever get. The aging, ill, overweight king who still sees himself as a youthful hero. The young princess who’s been sold a fantasy, The split second when, without warning, she confronts the reality of her husband-to-be and is unable to control her shock. Henry’s enormous but childish ego unable to deal with the “emperor’s new clothes” moment. That flash of pure honesty drives history to unpredictable places, including Cromwell’s downfall. Rosanna Adams’ Anne gives us the best moment in an entertaining if not hugely memorable production. 


Wednesday 6 October 2021

Domes of Elounda delivers 5-star rehab from a stressful life

One person’s luxury is another’s outrageous excess. One’s necessity another's luxury. Some save for years to book a five-star hotel for a special occasion. Others treat them as standard. You can spend a fortune to be disappointed, or find that a modest place with personalised service is actually more luxurious than famous brands. Luxury is tough to define and tricky to deliver.

Two weeks ensconced at the five-star Domes of Elounda firmed up five of my own opinions about luxury:

  1. Great design and beautiful surroundings are the “table stakes” in this game, but it’s small touches and personal interaction that provide the winning hand.
  2. Luxury resorts are perfect for the exhausted seeking a revival of body and soul, but do put you at a distance from the local experience … and edge into a waste of money if you’re going to spend much time away from them. (We didn't, extracting full value from our investment.)
  3. From what we saw of the hotel-filled coastline from Heraklion east, the immediate environ of Domes is the only place I’d want to holiday in Crete. 
  4. Given the hours they work and the range of challenges they face, the jobs of customer-facing staff at places like Domes of Elounda make my work look easy.
  5. When you love the sun but your husband is practically allergic to it, a suite with its own sun lounging area and plunge pool may be edging towards necessity.
I have rarely occupied a more spectacular living space in a hotel, and our suite will go down in memory as the highlight of our stay at Domes. Modern, airy, and almost Scandinavian in its clean lines, it featured a large, high-ceilinged sitting room adjoining a bedroom with an enormous bed dressed superbly (Domes is part of the Marriott family and the brand’s famous pillows are always a delight). Off that was a bathroom with separate shower and toilet rooms, a bathtub and a double sink so big you could have put a toddler to bed in it. The floor was cool grey stone, the fixtures and fittings sleek crome or chocolate-coloured wood. Both rooms had large televisions that … in anticipation of what I suspect will be the future … didn’t actually have a content feed. It’s assumed you come with your own devices and will cast whatever you want to watch onto the screens via the hotel’s high-speed broadband and an app you download. (Such fiddling fell outside of the total relaxation remit for the trip and I was feeling stubborn about paying for an app I wouldn’t use again, so we left the TVs blank and watched the iPad.) 

The spectacle, however, comes from what’s outside. Three long rows of suites march across the top of the hill occupied by Elounda, built from local stone so that their grey, rust and charcoal almost fades into the landscape. The simple cubist architecture mimics fishing huts in the town of Plaka below, but those clean lines, sharp angles and prominent lintels would make an ancient Minoan feel right at home. Both sitting- and bedroom had glass walls opening onto a patio running the length of the suite, and then a long pool stretching along the border of that. Immediately beyond, a bank of local flowers (newly-planted, but destined to be lushly beautiful) sloped down to the row of suites below before the spectacular panorama of Mirabello Bay stretching towards Elounda and Agios Nikolaos. Mountains reared up sharply to the right and formed a misty horizon line to the left. We could enjoy the view from two outdoor loungers with cushions as thick as bed mattresses, or a table that sat four beneath a canopy of wooden slats casting dappled shade.  

Curiously, an outdoor kitchen ran down one side of the patio. Curious because there’s no cookware or utensils, so not really anything you can do with it. The pool was long enough to do a bit of swimming, with shallow entry steps that also make a comfortable seat for semi-submerged reading. Being locked down here for months wouldn’t have been an effort, and we spent a lot of time in our cozy eyrie. 

There was plenty within the resort to tempt us out, however. 

On the north side of the suites, the hill fell away towards the main reception area, featuring a buffet restaurant, bar, spa, the adult pool and the path to the beach. Everything here is designed to take in the spectacular view of the island of Spinalonga with its Venetian fort and ruins across the water. 

The adult pool is an enormous oval, little populated when we were there and enormously quiet. 
The beach below is one of the highlights of the resort and, I suspect from what I could see of others, is one of the best in Crete. You hike down quite a steep path, over-run with bougainvillea and other flowering tropical bushes, cross under the main road and come out on a long beach, divided into distinct terraces and thickly planted with olives and greek pines. While there are patios and decks jutting over the water that offer full sun, there are more options for dappled or full shade ... by far the better choice under the intense Greek sun. The sand here is paler and finer than the compacted, mud-like stuff we saw on many of the other beaches on our excursion day to Knossos, and the swimming area protected by buoys is enormous. You can swim about 100 metres out into the bay and perhaps 200 up and down the beach. 

The water isn't quite Caribbean or Maldivian, but there's plenty of variation from deepest cobalt to glittering turquoise and it's a comfortable swimming temperature, particularly in the shallows. Because you're in a such a sheltered area, with other islands forming a massive breakwater against the main Cretan Sea, the water can be calm as a lake, with almost no waves. The only adverse conditions we experienced were in the second week, when strong autumn winds blew up a vigorous chop on the water's surface. The beach has a bar at its centre, a gift shop for beachwear and one of the hotel's a la carte restaurants at its southern edge. To the north, it's overlooked by a picturesque little domed church, while Spinalonga dominates the view across the water. And, of course, it's all ringed with the ubiquitous mountains.

The bulk of Domes' hotel rooms cling to the side of the hill between the reception centre and the suites at the hill crest, arranged in clusters of buildings and traversed by a winding stone path. The design here switches from Minoan cubist to a more exotic Arabic vibe with domes, narrow windows and fretwork screens, all painted a uniform dark coral and lushly landscaped. The hilltop suites may draw their architecture from the vernacular, but this part of the resort looks more exotic ... like a stage set for the Voyages of Sinbad.

The other side of the hill, falling south from the suites, features parkland, an outdoor gym, tennis courts, the kids' and teenagers' clubs and a plateau housing "The Core". This area is the resort's internal village high street, with free-standing shops along a promenade leading to a square surrounded by food trucks. This may sound quite rustic but the shop buildings are high-design concepts in glass and geometry, the merchandise is more art gallery gift shop than beachfront souvenirs and the music played when the food trucks are serving leans to 21st century clubbing rather than Zorba the Greek. There's also a fun outdoor gallery here where a modern artist has re-imagined the monsters of Greek mythology. The Core space had a lot of potential but seemed fairly new and without an established identity yet. The food trucks only serve two nights a week and the shops are only open when the trucks serve, so most of the time this whole area is empty.


Just below is the enormous family pool, a football pitch -length strip of water crossed by four high, arching bridges, feeling a bit like a Venetian canal. (But one that's pristinely clean and available for swimming.) Pergolas on either side offer dappled shade, with a bar on one side and a restaurant on the other. While the adult pool only featured about 10 pairs of lounges, this enormous pool deck has scores of them. The "family" designation meant that this pool was louder than the others; our preferred September holiday time eliminates school-age children but Domes was awash with toddlers. But the family pool wasn't as bad as I'd feared. It's so big you're likely to be able to find a quiet patch, even if a pack of little people is staging pirate battles at one end. One drawback: this pool closes at 6pm so swimmers won't disturb the poolside restaurant. (The adult pool closes early, too.) Though that's great for dining, I did think it was a shame there were no possibilities for a moonlight dip. Unless, of course, you had your own private plunge pool...


We had unlimited access to the "Haut Living Room", a lounge next to the family pool. It features a concierge desk staffed with an enthusiastic and cheerful team who feel more like friends than staff by the end of a two-week visit. Coffee, soft drinks, beer and wine are available all day, while a full bar makes an appearance at 6pm. A small buffet of savouries and desserts is available throughout the afternoon, switching to cheese plates, olives and nuts at 6pm. While we still added a healthy amount to our bill with a bottle of wine each night with dinner, this set-up meant we could manage other drinks costs by confining them to cocktail hour in the lounge each night. We rarely hit the buffet during the day, given our preference for quieter pool areas and the fact that we rarely ate breakfast before 10:30. 

Our package included breakfast ... buffet style in one of two restaurants ... and dinner in one of three. (With the addition of the food trucks as options two nights a week, once for Greek street food and once for burgers.) After trying all three restaurants, we started alternating between the two a la carte places. While the buffet was tasty and changed key dishes nightly, it lacked the atmosphere of the other two, was far more attractive to the toddler brigade (thus much louder), and came with the inevitable dangers of eating far too much. 

My husband and I were split on our favourite from there. Always a sucker for views and seashores, my pick was Topos, the open-aired restaurant at the south end of the beach. If you request far enough in advance, you can get one of the tables on the pier, enjoying the exceptional panorama of the bay at night, the mountains across the water and the cheerful conviviality of the restaurant itself. Dining here under a full moon was one of the highlights of my stay.
There's a mix of live entertainment here which can actually be a bit distracting if you're under the restaurant's roof; another reason we preferred the pier. (The night with traditional Cretan music was fantastic. The one with Greek pop/club tunes mixed by a DJ significantly decreased our enjoyment of that evening, particularly because we were between the DJ and the kitchen in maximum volume range.) Topos felt a bit more "local" with a fantastic variety of Greek starters ... one night we went double on these and skipped mains completely ... and fresh seafood. 

Blend, next to the family pool and the Haut Living Room, won my husband's vote. The views are fabulous here, too (nowhere in the resort suffers on that front), but the modern surroundings and the sleek restaurant design aren't quite as quiet and romantic as the beachside restaurant. The menu here is, like the architecture, a bit more modern and cosmopolitan: an upscale grill focusing on excellent cuts of meat and a bit of fish. I was surprised ... and, in these days of concern about climate change, concerned ... about how far the meat had travelled. English pork, American beef, New Zealand lamb. Casting your eyes to the dry landscape with its scrubby vegetation, it's easy to imagine the locally sourced options for meat are sparse. I will confess, with guilt, that those American steaks were tasty. 

Dishes in both restaurants were beautifully presented and cooked with care. In two weeks we tried most of the items on both menus and only hit a few things we'd dismiss as average. The pork belly should have stayed in England, where they understand how to render that fat and crisp the crackling. Food was at its best when it edged into the local: grilled sea bass, anything with aubergines, tzatziki and hummus, calamari. We particularly enjoyed sampling local Greek wines, expertly guided by the manager of Blend and our regular waiter at Topos. They, plus the concierge team at the Haut Living Room, will be amongst our fondest memories of the place. 


One slight frustration with the meal plan was the amount of surcharges. If you wanted the nicer cuts at Blend, you paid an additional fee. Same with the array of fresh fish of the day at Topos. And these fees, I suspect, added up to a meal much pricier than the local restaurants. You were welcomed to shift your dinner credit (€50) to lunch and go out for the evening, but if you weren't having your generous breakfast until 10:30 that was just too much food. 

Domes of Elounda was exactly what we needed this holiday. We were exhausted. It revived us. If I wanted to do more sightseeing, or get a more local experience, this might not have been the best option. If, like us, you don't have any children you'll want to consider booking very carefully. With both kids' and teenagers' clubs, plus multiple pools and food all within its boundaries, this is an excellent choice for families. Which means those seeking peace and quiet should avoid school holidays at all costs. And even outside of those holidays, should consider the suites with the private pools for perfect calm. 

The older I get, the more "peace and quiet" factors in to my definition of luxury. At Domes of Elounda, sitting beside my private pool hearing nothing but the Cretan wind whistle around the buildings, I found that in abundance.