On a lazy summer night, my husband will grill some chicken thighs marinated in olive oil, salt, pepper, and oregano, while I'll make the kritharaki and chop up cherry tomatoes and cucumber to make a rough-and-ready Greek salad.
It's my favorite kind of weeknight dinner, requiring very little prep — and washing up.
A bonus: I've found kritharaki keeps well in the fridge, and days after I've made it I look forward to my lunch break, when I'll heat up a bowl or throw it cold into a salad. I think it tastes just as good, and sometimes even better, the day after I've made it.
But the best part is that it takes me right back to my childhood, and makes me feel like my mum and yiayia are just in the other room. If I listen hard, I can hear the sound of pots clattering.