Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Greek Mother]
"During Christmas week we killed our pig and our relatives from the village always came to help us. Some of them skinned the creature and then cut it up-the the fat for lard and the meat in small chunks for the sausage-making. The next day the fat was boiled down until it was as clear as crystal and then strained and put away in large earthern pots. But that new lard must be tested; so made a Greek pie to see if the shortening was of the right consistency to produce the rich, flaky crust we liked."
Killing the pig at Christmas time is not a new idea to us for at our Manchester home we also kill our pig on the day preceding Christmas. We, too, make our lard and plan to try out enough to last through the year for we children do not like pastry made from "store" lard and often refuse to eat it.
This year my Uncles from Nashua were visiting us and when we came home we had a gay party. My mother says that a party followed Midnight Mass in her father's house. "When we returned home at three o'clock in the morning, we feasted on roasted pig, pickles, roasted chestnuts, Greek delicacies