Lahanodolmades (Greek Cabbage Rolls with Avgolemono Sauce)
I was not a fan of Greek grape-leaf dolmades when I was a kid, but I have thankfully gotten my act together. However, cabbage rolls are just as good… and so much bigger!
I was not a fan of Greek grape-leaf dolmades when I was a kid, but I have thankfully gotten my act together. However, cabbage rolls are just as good… and so much bigger!
I have never met a Greek who didn’t like lemon. Or maybe I have, and they were just too embarrassed to admit it. It’s probably for the best.
During our last trip to visit family in Greece, we were as usual, fussed over by my mom’s sister. My Thea (Aunt) Nitsa is an amazing cook, so being fussed over by her means you are in for a treat and will not be allowed to leave without being thoroughly stuffed.
My recipes are the result of well planned and thought out combinations of a perfect selection of ingredients… aahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! Yeah, right.
Every culture’s cuisine seems to have some sort of sauce or dip that’s used for almost everything. Americans have ketchup, Greeks have avgolemono.
At some point someone stole muffins and turned them into greasy, gut-bomb, cupcakes-in-disguise. It’s time to steal them back. You’re welcome.
It is amazing how many tasty treats can be made with things most of us would just toss away. That they were made in the first place tells us that the genius behind them was a frugal person not wanting to waste what could be otherwise useful.
Be prepared, I bought a large (really large) bag of spinach a while back and needed to use it all before losing it to the slime gods. So that means you’re going to see a few recipes using spinach (kind of like when I made a monster load of pesto over the summer!).
I have a love-hate relationship with summer. I hate the heat (tell me you like 105+ with a straight face). I love the fringe benefits that come with having heat to deal with.
My brain tends to get a multitude of ideas roaming around in it all at once. Much of the time those ideas have nothing to do with each other, but when I’m hungry those random thoughts start to coalesce around the concept of eating something. Shocking, I know.