Greek cookery has been influenced by its neighbors and especially by the Turks who dominated Greece for long periods. Typical ingredients include tomatoes, onions, eggplant, grapes and grape leaves, okra, artichokes, lemons, and seafood. Meat revolves around lamb and mutton and goat. Olive oil is the common fat used. To love Greek food one must at least like olive oil.
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The favorite cheese is from the goat's milk, feta. ? Kasseri is a creamy, mild cheese, Manouri, an unsalted, soft white cheese. Dinner comes late, about 10 p.m. and includes the Greek salad usually containing sardines, cheese, olives, and tomatoes. Baklava, the many-layered pastry heavy with honey and sprinkled with nuts, is the best known of Greek desserts. Retsina wine and ouzo, a very potent licorice-flavored wine, are favorite alcoholic drinks.
The Greek salad is well-known in New York City and elsewhere with large Greek communities. It comes with or without feta cheese. Added flavor comes from oregano, olive oil and lemon juice. Fasolada is a favorite bean soup. Not everyone is fond of grapevine leaves stuffed with meat, egg and lemon sauce, characteristic of Greece and of several Middle Eastern countries. Another favorite is Mousaka, baked eggplant with cheese, tomato paste and ground lamb. Clams, octopus, shrimp, mullet, and squid are favorite seafoods.
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