Quasi-spanikopita. Not authentic, but fuck it. It’s Greek to me.
I made these at home and am quite pleased with them, although I know they can be tweaked, as can just about anything. But I’m not going to say that I couldn’t have shoved at least two more “servings” of these into my maw. Or I could have just heaped more on the plate, or used a bigger plate, and called it one serving, like a pint of ice cream (cue raucous laughter and knowing nods from aficionados of rom-coms featuring single ladies scooping huge spoonsful of Häagen-Dazs into their faces).
Not that I ever really use the term “serving”, especially since it’s just li’l ol’ me, “serving” to myself. But always on a pretty plate.
Next up: I incorporate sumac, thanks to a friend who knows this kind of stuff.