This Is Why I Want To Be Greek

I think this hair cut would do wonders for my complexion don't you?


Oh, and I love the food.




My Dad is in love with Greek food, Indian food, Thai food, Mediterranean food, Armenian food and basically any food that he can put in his mouth, chew, and swallow.


He grew up in Idaho and lived off of potatoes until he was 18. He was deprived when it came to food variety, when his mom made his family their first pizza pie, he thought it was completely bizarre. Pie with meat on it? He just couldn't wrap his limited palate around the idea.


So not only did he grow up eating the same monotonous food every day, but that food was usually watered down for the sake of saving the family money. He had no idea of the deliciousness the world had to offer and it wasn't until he was older with kids of his own that he learned you didn't need to water down scrambled eggs.


When I was little, my grandma was watching him make scrambled eggs for breakfast and when he started pouring water into the eggs, she asked him what the hell was he doing.


He was a little baffled and explained that he was just making scrambled eggs. My grandma gave him her famous condescending glare and told him that she only added water to make the eggs go further, you don't HAVE to put water in the eggs!


Yeah, thanks for that Grandma.



So now that he is a big boy and all growed up, he is determined to try any and all cuisines. He is now a foodie. He will try anything, he even ate chicken feet.





**Excuse me while I barf.**



So every year he takes us to the Greek Festival, which was where we went for lunch last Friday. The food is delicious but I can't pronounce a thing on my plate! I'm not even sure if I'm pronouncing gyro correctly.



**Sorry, must barf again, I just looked at those damn chicken feet.**



So we had that macaroni meat thingy that tastes almost like dessert and dinner in one and then that spinach thingy that looks like baklava and well, a bunch of other crap I'm too lazy to explain.






This is my dad's hungry face. I wouldn't let him start eating until I took pictures of our food.




Then he got really hungry and was about to cry, so I let him eat. Could you say no to that sad, sad face?




Me neither, I am determined NOT to turn into my grandmother, he's had enough deprivation in his life.