There are a handful of Greek words that can be corrupted by kids who may or may not want to eat the dinner in front of them (foolish kids!). I plead the fifth.
Fursecuri Cu Stafide (Romanian Rum Raisin Cookies)
As handy as Google translate can be, there are times when it really kind of sucks. Like when you’re trying to read recipes in Romanian. I’m pretty sure these cookies aren’t really called raisins with raisins, because that seems kind of redundant.
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Bath Time!
This last weekend was a little busier than our typical Thanksgiving holidays are. My grandson was baptised on Saturday into the Greek Orthodox faith. It was kind of a big day.
Honest to Goodness Turkey Gravy
Hello, I’m Dorie, and I’m a gravy snob. I do not need a support group to get over it, thank you very much.
Simply Perfect Mashed Potatoes
There are likely more recipes for mashed potatoes than there are people on this planet, and yet they all seem to ignore the ONE ingredient that will make them perfect. Okay, there’s more than one, but one of them is really important. Continue reading Simply Perfect Mashed Potatoes
Leek & Fennel Salmon Loaf
One of the greatest things about salmon (aside from all the healthy stuff… omega-3 fatty acids…blah, blah, blah… you know “omega” is a Greek letter) is the fact that it is the perfect medium for so many other flavors, yet is still strong enough to hold its own.
Greek Mountain Tea
Greeks are coffee drinkers, viewing tea as something consumed for health rather than enjoyment. But there’s no rule that you can’t enjoy something you do for your health, now is there?
Riesling & Honey Poached Pears
Getting a properly ripened pear is tricky at best so I have learned to accept the fact that I may need to invest a little extra time if I want to enjoy these sweet and tender treats.
Savory Pumpkin & Cheddar Muffins
The moment the temperatures drop even just a smidgen near the end of summer, it’s pumpkin season. Correction, it’s pumpkin-SPICE season. Maybe it doesn’t have to be?
Eggplant Moussaka
I’m not going to lie, I hated this when I was a kid. I used to call it moose-skata. My mother was not pleased with this nickname. I’ll explain in a moment.
