Repeat after me: Broccoli can taste good without being smothered in a sea of goopy, fake cheese. And I don’t mean that you should smother it in a sea of goopy, real cheese, either.Continue reading Cream of Broccoli and Cauliflower Soup
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!Continue reading Lahanodolmades (Greek Cabbage Rolls with Avgolemono Sauce)
I have come to the sad realization that my apricot trees only want to bear fruit every other year, and the same with my mom’s. Do they have the courtesy of producing in opposite years of each other so we can always have fresh apricots? Of course not, so rude.Continue reading Whole Wheat Apricot Waffles
There are a variety of dishes that I wasn’t fond of when I was a kid. I look back and wonder what the heck was wrong with me. Please don’t answer that question for me!Continue reading Fasolakia Yiahni (Greek Green Bean and Potato Stew)
Chances are good that unless you were raised in a traditional Greek home, you have never heard of these cookies. They may not look like much, but you’ll have to trust me when I tell you that looks can be deceiving.Continue reading Moustokouloura (Greek Grape Molasses Cookies)
Crab is one of those foods that is like a perfect life partner. It can go casual with a simple dunking in a vat of melted butter, or it can get all dressed up and mingle in a party of other ingredients. In other words, I like it.Continue reading Beer Battered Crab Cakes
Each spring the family gathers together to participate in their most beloved activity: harvesting grape leaves. They pretty much hate it.
I have to admit that as I was concocting this recipe, I was a little doubtful of how well this soup would be received. Then everyone (even my baby grandson) voluntarily took seconds. The Old Man went in for thirds.
You’ve likely heard the saying “one man’s trash is another man’s treasure”. This cake is a true treasure traditionally made with “trash”. Well, kind of.
Pears are fickle things. Frustratingly fickle things. And yet, when you get some cooperation from them, they are also delightfully delicious things.