When we were teenagers, me and my friends used to lather ourselves in olive oil and sit on the tops of kaikia frying like saganaki in the blazing Mediterranean sun. It makes me cry a little bit when I think about what the sun, cigarettes and Retsina did to our skin. But we were young and fabulous, and didn’t care. These days, I hardly ever sit in the sun, and when I do, I’m covered in SPF and shaded by a parasol or a big floppy hat. As for the olive oil, I pour it on a kale salad. Now, someone please crack open the Retsina, this is all too responsible.