Supper with the Shepherds

I produced a pan of sizzled goat and proffered forks: the goat was eaten with the fingers. Kid cutlets sprinkled with mountain thyme, they vanished in a moment. Then okra and potatoes, Apollonian dish, cooked with tomatoes, oil and wine. Then tomatoes in a salad with garlic and basil. The wine from Koronós was not considered good, it had no kick. The gourmets passed this judgement, then drank it with abandon. I brought out the fresh goat’s cheese they had made for us in our habitation two days before. They wouldn’t touch it. They’d made it for us. We must eat it and go on eating it tomorrow. Manólyi materialized another kind of cheese, we had to taste it.