It is my personal quest to meet Jack and ask her εσύ μιλάς ελληνικά because I have no doubt that she can’t speak a word of it. It’s really difficult to learn and requires a lot of dedication. I hate that she represents herself as some kind of savant who absorbs skills effortlessly.
I’m in Greece at the moment
and this morning went food shopping at a street market. Greek people - all people - who love food respect beautiful fresh ingredients and want to honour them. That is so contrary to the way Jack treats cookery. She reveres the manky floppy cucumber and the cauldron of slow cooker slop. She’s basically a landfill cook and deserves to live in a festering swamp of her own creation. I’m making an uncharacteristically serious point but she’s properly mutilated my courgette flowers today.
Btw Jack - η γάτα σας είναι πολύ χοντρή