My Greek Olympics: Party and a leg..

George and his leg:

George took a trip home and while there he broke his leg on a motorcycle trip. George loved to talk about his bikes and riding and he was looking forwards to going home and doing a long ride somewhere. On a ride out in the desert, he stopped for gas and crashed his bike when leaving the station. He basically had the bike go out from under him and it landed on his leg, breaking it. He had to have surgery and would be out for months, not to return until February. When he got back he was marginalized by Jesus and the Vampire, I don't think they new what to do with him or if he was loyal to Jay and crew over the new bunch of assholes.

Jake's party:

In September, David and I decided to cook some special food at a party Jake was having, basically it was a party for all the employees and a way to get everyone together. Jake said he was going to get chicken and make hamburgers, plus make potato salad, a real "American" BBQ. David and I decided to make some interesting dishes so we went to the central market and did some shopping. We found some squid, langoustine, red mullet, steaks and sausage. Also we picked up all we needed to do the prep, it wasn't very expensive, maybe 60 Euros total and we got a lot of stuff.

The night before the party, we prepped the veg and cleaned the squid, and also made some marinades for the meat and other things. After we went to Mia Tia for drinks and enjoyed ourselves as usual. The day of the party, Chris came by with his car and we piled the stuff in then drove to Jake's out in Kifisia. Jake's place was huge and no one was there yet so we had plenty of room. We finished getting the stuff ready for the grill and Jake took out a big pile of chicken and ground meat. The meat in Greece is very lean and this stuff looked like it had hardly any fat in it, hamburgers need fat to hold it together. Jake said he paid over 100 euros for the meat alone, what a rip and we could have gotten the stuff for next to nothing.

We made the patties and started the grill, but before the grill was ready, Jake put all the chicken on in one big pile, it would never cook properly that way. Of course the fire kicked up and the chicken started to burn, David and I did what we could to rectify the situation. Jake was doing things inside so we could manage the chicken as we got our stuff going. David wanted to have corn on the cob and it took a bit to find it, he was putting chili butter on the corn and I was getting the squid ready for the wood BBQ.

Jake comes out and takes the chicken off the grill which he though it was done, but we knew it was still not cook inside. David told Jake to put in the over to keep warm and when Jake turned away, he cranked up the heat so that the chicken would cook. We started our stuff, the squid stuffed with butter, garlic, parsley and lemon, plus the mullet and steaks. David cooked the corn on the other grill and when finished coated it with the butter mixture. Jake comes out and starts to cook hamburgers once the other people start to arrive.

The burgers just fall apart because they have no fat to bind them together. We try our best to keep them from falling into the BBQ, but it is hard. I start to cook the other items we are doing and as they finish we take them inside. Since I was outside, I didn't see that all the other fat pigs were eating everything that we cooked as it was brought in. All the corn was gone, the squid was gone, and the Mullet were eaten by the Greeks, the steaks by the fat Americans. I basically came in and all that was left was Jake's shitty chicken and crumbling burgers.

Everyone was talking about how great the food was and that David and I should cook Thanksgiving for them all. Bullshit to that, fuck those little bastards. We cooked that stuff for us and some of the better people, not the fat shitheads in the corporate office. If we knew they would eat everything, we would have poisoned them instead. What a bunch of greedy fuck-heads they all were, fuck them all. Anyway, David wouldn't be there for Thanksgiving, he would be gone by then. My reply was that we were professionals and we didn't cook for just anyone. Fuck the lot of them.