One of the things I’m looking forward to when I someday retire is having time in the mornings for breakfast. You know, an honest-to-goodness meal where I get to sit down and actually enjoy eating at a leisurely pace. Until then, I at least have weekends.
Continue reading Cheesy Egg & Sausage Casserole
I love me a good biscuit. Drown it in gravy (but only if it’s actually good), or slather it with butter then top it with honey, and I’m a happy person.
Continue reading Sweet Cream Biscuits
Leeks were almost completely unknown to me until adulthood. They are not a commonly used item here in the U.S., which is really a shame. I say it’s time for that to change!
Continue reading Prasopita (Greek Leek and Feta Pie)
I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone tell me that they don’t like cornbread. I mean really, what’s not to like? At the same time, it’s not something you hear people raving about, either. Maybe it just needs a little “sprucing up”.
Continue reading Tomato-Basil Cornbread
One of the greatest things about the World Wide Web is that it allows for fortuitous discoveries to be made in a matter of seconds with just a few keystrokes. This “cheese” happened to be just that for me.
Continue reading Caramelized “Sour” Whey
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.
Continue reading Lemony Poppy Seed & Greek Yogurt Muffins
Each year we harvest a lot of fruit from our backyard orchard. Each year, I make a lot of jams and jellies. Each year I realize we don’t eat a lot of it. Hmmmm…
Continue reading Pasta Flora (Greek Jam Tart)
As a child, I was not a fan of spinach, or anything that contained it, and no amount of watching Popeye cartoons could make me change my mind. Thank goodness for adulthood.
Continue reading Spinach & Feta Galette
Anyone who has a fruiting fig tree will confirm that they can be overwhelmingly abundant. Not too many people mind this problem.
Continue reading Fig Upside Down Cake
Each summer my exercise routine consists of repeatedly running frantically out of my kitchen to the backyard, flapping my arms and yelling “ch ch ch ch” to scare away the scrub jays from my nectarine tree. When I’m tired, I make the boys do it.
Continue reading Nectarine Sourdough Coffee Cake
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