The market is on fire. I have never used this expression before but it is accurate — Tampa Bay real estate is burning with demand and I am the woman standing in the flames selling houses and not getting singed. Seven showings this week. Three offers submitted on behalf of buyers. Two accepted. My commission pipeline looks like a number I would not have believed five years ago when I was a rookie agent showing my first open house with a tray of spanakopita and a prayer.
Alexander took the AP History exam this week and emerged looking like a man who has been through a war, which in AP exam terms is approximately accurate. He said it went well. He said he wrote about maritime trade in the Mediterranean, which is to say he wrote about Greece again, because Alexander cannot help being Greek even when the test does not require it. I said Baba would be proud. He said I know, Mom. He did not roll his eyes. He did not deflect. He just said I know, and the simplicity of it — a boy who knows his dead grandfather would be proud — was enough to fill the kitchen with something warmer than the May heat.
Sophia is wrapping up her first year of eighth grade — wait, I need to correct myself. She has been in eighth grade all year. Forgive me, the years blur. She is fourteen and finishing eighth grade and high school looms on the horizon like a mountain she is both eager and terrified to climb. She came home with yearbook signing marks all over her backpack and the bittersweet energy of a girl leaving one world for another.
I went to the bakery Saturday morning and found Mama teaching a young woman — one of the church girls, maybe twenty — how to fold spanakopita triangles. Mama was patient in a way she is never patient with me, which I found both touching and mildly irritating. She spoke slowly. She demonstrated. She corrected gently. When the girl got it right, Mama said good with the weight of a benediction. I realized: Mama is teaching because Mama knows her hands will not fold forever. She is planting seeds. This is not sentimentality. This is strategy. Voula Papadopoulos does not do sentimentality. She does phyllo and strategy.
I made chicken souvlaki wraps for a quick weeknight dinner — marinated chicken, grilled hot, wrapped in warm pita with tzatziki and tomatoes and red onion and a handful of greens. Fast, satisfying, the kind of meal that takes thirty minutes and makes everyone happy. Sophia said it was bussin, which I am told means good. Language evolves. Souvlaki remains constant. I will take the compliment in whatever dialect it arrives.
That night with the souvlaki reminded me of something I reach for again and again when the week has been full and the kitchen needs to deliver fast — something Mediterranean, something bright, something that tastes like it took more effort than it did. This chickpea salad is exactly that: no heat required, fifteen minutes from pantry to table, and every bite carries the olives and feta and lemon that make food taste, to me, like home. On a week when Alexander wrote about Mediterranean trade routes and Sophia came home glowing with the bittersweetness of ending a year, it felt right to put the sea on the table.
Mediterranean Chickpea Salad
Prep Time: 15 minutes | Cook Time: 0 minutes | Total Time: 15 minutes | Servings: 4
Ingredients
- 2 cans (15 oz each) chickpeas, drained and rinsed
- 1 English cucumber, diced
- 1 cup cherry tomatoes, halved
- 1/2 medium red onion, thinly sliced
- 1/2 cup Kalamata olives, pitted and halved
- 1/2 cup crumbled feta cheese
- 1/4 cup fresh flat-leaf parsley, roughly chopped
- 3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
- 2 tablespoons red wine vinegar
- 1 tablespoon fresh lemon juice
- 1 teaspoon dried oregano
- 1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
- Salt and black pepper to taste
Instructions
- Prep the vegetables. Dice the cucumber into roughly 1/2-inch pieces. Halve the cherry tomatoes. Slice the red onion thin and, if you prefer a milder bite, soak the slices in cold water for five minutes, then drain.
- Make the dressing. In a small bowl or jar, whisk together the olive oil, red wine vinegar, lemon juice, dried oregano, garlic powder, and a generous pinch of salt and black pepper until combined.
- Combine the salad. In a large bowl, add the drained chickpeas, cucumber, cherry tomatoes, red onion, and Kalamata olives. Pour the dressing over the top and toss well to coat everything evenly.
- Add the feta and herbs. Scatter the crumbled feta and chopped parsley over the salad. Toss gently once or twice — you want the feta to stay mostly intact rather than dissolving into the dressing.
- Taste and rest. Taste for seasoning and adjust salt, pepper, or lemon as needed. Let the salad sit for five minutes before serving so the chickpeas absorb the dressing. It improves further if made ahead and refrigerated for up to an hour.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 340 | Protein: 13g | Fat: 16g | Carbs: 37g | Fiber: 9g | Sodium: 610mg