When I was a child, baking a cake was a family affair. Back then, there was no grocery store to buy flour, eggs or lemons. Our land was our supermarket. My grandfather harvested the wheat to make the flour; the olive oil came from olives picked from the trees in our yard; eggs came from our own free-roaming, herb-eating chickens. Whenever we needed a lemon, we would walk out the door and pick one. All of us would gather the sticks, branches and logs for the wood burning oven. I would help my mom mix the ingredients for the cake and wait with anticipation as it baked in the oven.
Eating often involved more family and friends who were invited over for dinner, followed by a piece of cake served with mountain tea, coffee, wine, or moonshine (raki). The fresh flavors of all the ingredients, along with loving celebration, created a feeling that could only be described as magical.
Although you may not be picking your own olives or harvesting your wheat, I hope that you too will enjoy magical moments making this traditional olive oil cake and sharing it with your family and friends.
Kali Orexi! (Greek for Bon Appetit!”)