The grandmother adorned the Christopsomo with pieces of fig or nuts. When it was time to eat it, I would carve with a little knife and eat all the baked fig bits. The pie would remain bare with little holes all over the "good side".

"You've eaten the figs again, Vangelo..." Nikos complained as he, in turn, ate all the nuts. He would call me "Vangelo" when he was angry with me and in a bad mood. The grandmother scolded him. "Shut your mouth, don't scold the girl or I'll take the rolling pin and measure your behind, poor thing...".