Perhaps it may be time to define what philotimo means to every citizen of the world. —Manos Hatzimalonas
Melomakarona are traditional Greek Christmas cookies. They are flavoured with orange, spices and brandy, soaked in a honey syrup and topped with a sprinkle of crushed walnuts. The recipe for these comes to me from the family of my friend of over 30 years, Kathy. The recipe along with a story about our friendship may be found in Issue 2: Harvest Gather Feast of The Supper Club Magazine that is available for order here. The Supper Club Magazine is an international magazine bringing together recipes and stories from around the world and celebrating people, culture and roots. Below is an excerpt of the my story.
The Meaning of Philotimo
Every so often, you meet someone who leaves an indelible mark in your memory. Years go by, they precipitate into decades; you grow older and inevitably, as it happens so often in life, life happens and you grow apart. But still, this person remains there, in the folds of your mind, in the prime of their life, in the ripples they’ve set into motion. It could be a simple word, a smile, a small gesture of kindness. Sometimes, it’s an enormous bag of homemade cookies and you only realize the significance of it long after the cookies have been blissfully devoured.
I met my friend Kathy on the first day of high school. I, an awkward, shy Indian girl, ranking zero on the popularity scale. Kathy was my opposite. She was beautiful, outgoing, hilarious and fun to be around. Somehow, in the way that you do at this age, we became best friends almost overnight. To an uninformed eye, we must have made an unlikely duo. But looking back now, knowing that Kathy is one of those rare gems, if anyone could’ve looked past my unworthy exterior, it was her.