"greek food": "Greek cuisine is the cuisine of Greece and the Greek diaspora. In common with many other cuisines of the Mediterranean, it is founded on the triad of wheat, olive oil, and wine. It uses vegetables, olive oil, grains, fish, and meat, including pork, poultry, veal and beef, lamb, rabbit, and goat. Other important ingredients include pasta (for example hilopites), cheeses, lemon juice, herbs, olives, and yogurt. Bread made of wheat is ubiquitous; other grains, notably barley, are also used, especially for paximathia. Common dessert ingredients include nuts, honey, fruits, sesame, and filo pastries."

"Greece": "officially the Hellenic Republic, is a country in Southeast Europe, situated on the southern tip of the Balkan peninsula."

"filo pastries": "a very thin unleavened dough used for making pastries such as baklava and börek in Middle Eastern and Balkan cuisines. Filo-based pastries are made by layering many sheets of filo brushed with oil or butter; the pastry is then baked."

"dolphin": "an aquatic mammal within the infraorder Cetacea."

Husband accepted a pig-culling leve from Sam. He was pleased to see it appear in his journal, so he has now observed a new possible thing. It will be good to get some money since he has also accepted a job making food for a picnic, and there are things we will need to buy for that. I do not know if I can make an "insulated food carrier", and he does not know if he can make filo.

We use the Eorzean pie dough recipe for our pies, but the filo on the spinach pie we got at Athena's Family Restaurant is very interesting and might be good to use instead. Since we use the same pie dough for meal pies and sweet pies it should not have surprised me that filo also works with something called "baklava", which seems to be nuts and honey. Husband plans to try to make filo, though he will visit a greek food market for that and feta.

Feta is so different from the cheese the Hartmans use at the diner. Husband says it is from goat milk. We did not get milk from the goats we hunted for crafting gear, but google says there are goat milk farms near Tulsa. We have not yet made any cheese; we will probably try cow milk first, since we do not need anything else from goats right now.

We took the bus toward Tulsa this morning, got off about halfway, and rode our bicycles down a smaller road to get to the Atkins farm. That farm has cows; we will hunt the cows tonight after we are done killing the pigs, to make sure we have enough meat for the picnic food.

We got directions from the farm house and scouted the pigs. There were more pigs than at the first leve. Husband called Sam to say the estimate was $750. We hoped the Atkins farm will approve this so that we can hunt tonight.

We rode our bicycles back to 51 and got on a bus for the rest of the way to Tulsa, for lunch at Athena's Restaurant. Husband went from there to a market called Phillo Up for supplies, while I went to Flying Tigers myself for a training session.

Ted came to training but the Murray's people did not; Ted said they had jobs to do. Tony seemed a little less unhappy to not have them there. They, and Husband, are rather judgmental and critical about Tony. Ted only cares about training; I mostly care about being trained.

Today Ted wanted to teach me about a move he said was popular in his show, called a "suplex". It involved getting behind one's opponent, grabbing with one's arms and lifting and flinging. Tony had heard of it, so he demonstrated it on me.

Once I was lifted off my feet I knew I no longer had leverage. I do not think I would let my opponent get behind me, but this was still good to know. Tony did not have a problem lifting me, partly because he was using his hip to brace me against, but also I think I do not weigh as much as a male hyur. I may need to look at other ways I can be lifted and avoid them.

When Tony first did the suplex to me he simply dropped me to the mat. I needed to tell him to try as hard as he could, as if it was a real fight. He tried it again, that time throwing me down. I landed on my hands and knees. It did not hurt, but it meant there was a moment where I was on the floor with my opponent over me. This is another thing to avoid.

Ted was watching to see how I would react to the move. I needed to think about it, so I asked Tony to lift me but not throw me. Once my feet were again off the floor I considered my options.

"If I stomp your legs I might break them. I do not want to do that."

"Uh...thanks?"

I grabbed his wrists and yanked them apart, which dropped me to the floor. I asked Ted, "Why do people not simply do that?"

"I don't think other people are as strong as you."

"Hm. Then perhaps I do not want to do that either." I had to think, if I did not have leverage, what did I have instead? "Again, please. Try to throw me this time."

That time, when Tony got his arms around me and started lifting, I quickly kicked my legs up, then down as I arched my back. I then felt myself falling, except that Tony was still holding onto me, which meant we both were falling.

Tony landed on his back. I landed on Tony. I rolled off of him and looked at him. He looked completely surprised and was trying to breathe.

"Are you all right?"

"The fuck was that? It was like trying to hold a dolphin!"

Ted was very happy with this. "That was beautiful! God, I wish I could get you on the show! That could be a signature move!"

When Tony had recovered enough, I tried throwing him. Ted told me that I needed to get my arms around Tony and grab my wrist with my other hand, then hold my arms firmly enough to raise Tony by his upper chest. The first time I tried this, Tony struggled and slapped my arms until I let him go. He stood with his arms wrapped around his belly, breathing hard. It seems I had squeezed too strongly.

Ted explained I did not need to squeeze...that I merely needed to hold my arms firm. When Tony had once again recovered we spent more of the remaining time with me practicing holding him without hurting him than we did throwing him. Rather than hurt him yet again, I threw him as gently as I could, using a little more force each time until he had had enough.

I felt I needed to ask Ted if this move was a good idea. "If most people are not as strong as me, should I be showing them how easily I can throw them?"

"Well...uh...maybe not, but...huh. Okay, I'll work up something more low-key for next time."

I paid Tony for the time (yet another reason we need the pig-culling money) and found an alleyway in which to Return.

When I got home I found Husband in the kitchen with a brush like Mr. Hartman's, brushing something onto what looked like sheets of paper, which were actually sheets of raw filo dough.

"Are you not writing a recipe for that?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to try to cook it the first time, get a better picture of it."

"Did the Atkins farm approve our work?"

"Sam said they did. So we can do that tonight."

"We should sleep, then."

"You go ahead. I'll join you as soon as I finish here."

"I want my bedmate."

"Won't be long. Just a few minutes to finish this up."

I went to sleep alone. I woke up alone.

Husband was still in the kitchen when I came out. He was sitting at the table, staring at something that had all the right colors of a spinach pie.

"You did not join me. This is what you made?"

He sighed. "Yeah. Wanna try?"

Because of the look of his face I was not sure if I did, but I picked it up. The crust was slightly crispy on the outside but not as flaky as at Athena's. It was more solid to bite into. Husband watched me as I chewed.

"This is filo?"

"I might've been a little heavy on the butter."

"I think this has too much onion."

"It doesn't use onion. It uses leek."

"I think this has too much leek."

"That's possible. Hard for me to tell since it's not onion."

"You left me alone in bed to make this?"

"...Sorry."

"I hope you are better tonight at hunting pigs than at making spinach pie."

"Good thing that's a pretty low bar."