Simply put, there is nothing betterthan a big, warm bite of Spanakopita
being carried by a fork
en route to my mouth.
There's something nostalgic about the combination of the earthiness of wilted spinach and salty feta,
almost oozing out of the flaky,
buttery phyllo dough crust.
It reminds me of Summers spent at my Thea Panajota's house,
sneaking an extra piece
before leaving the dinner table,
never feeling less than stuffed or satisfied.
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