MMmmmm Octopus, Calamari...I adore them both! Having lived in Greece for a decade gave me the equivalent of a tentacled-sweet-tooth.

And of course, watching the fishermen there as they repeatedly slap their squid against the rocks (while lasciviously gazing at any foreign woman lolling nearby trying to get her tourist-tan) to keep them soft (yes, the metaphor doesn't completely hold together) once again proves that food is one of the best aphrodesiacs there is.

My wasband cooked a mean fried calamari, but for mezi, the dried-in-the-sun-roasted octopothi, and cut into little bite-sized pieces of heaven, is bliss.

...xx..(Still on my diet,sigh)..xx..e