Last night our culinary journey through the alphabet stopped at G and it was my turn to provide the food. Obviously I went with Greek.
What’s NOT to love about Greek food? Aside from the fact that I am still cleaning dishes because we didn’t break them!
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My favourite part of the dinner was the Baklava ice cream loaf which was outstandingly delicious and actually looked like I wanted it to – ie it didn’t flop. I think I may just blog the recipe later this week
Check out our French dinner here, our Ethiopian Feast here and all the delights from the Dominican Republic here
After reading your post and gazing at the sumptuous pictures I am drooling in an undignified and inappropriate manner (a lot like my dog). Luckily I’m going out to brunch…wonder if there are any Greek cafes that do a moussaka and baklava ice-cream brekky??
Lana – OMG!
My parents are Greek and I am totally impressed!
This must have taken you a million years!
Go you! Yum!
This post is so worthy of all the exclamation points used (even though I ordinarily try to avoid them)
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