A pug likes only one thing more than cooking…
eating.
Jabba:
Oh, those smells coming from the kitchen! I love them!
Jojo:
And they say pugs think about nothing else but food…
Jabba:
Mum doesn’t make it easy for us.
She often cooks.
And she cooks well.
Jojo:
Even Dad’s cooking skills have noticeably improved in Greece.
Jabba:
Because cooking here takes on a completely different meaning.
Mum always says you can’t ruin anything when the ingredients are this good.
Jojo:
Hmm… Dad is living proof that it is possible.
Jabba:
And yet you always lick every plate clean!
Jojo:
Jabba, come on.
Pastitsio.
Kleftiko.
Souvlaki.
And Briam…
The amount of olive oil added to everything makes me believe I could even become a vegetarian here.
Jabba:
And olive oil from Kalamata — heaven to my taste buds!
Jojo:
Right.
Is that why you eat olives straight from the trees in the garden?
Very low trees, I might add.
Jabba:
I’m just helping.
Wasting food is unforgivable.
Besides, today you also licked the pan after the quince jam.
Jojo:
I help too.
I remove everything that got burnt during that mercilessly long cooking session.
