a happy moment from my mom's village late last summer: she had
just made a spanakopita with homemade filo (on the wooden oval)
and she'd had a bowl of stew for lunch, with olives and country bread...
how moving the vestiges of everyday life of the people we love...
1 Comments:
Oh how i love spanakopita! and taropitas (did i misspell it?)
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