Sian

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I would rather have a nod from an American, than a snuff-box from an emperor. ~Lord Byron

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.

About me

Name: Sian
I paint, write, and dance. Also cook vegetarian food.

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Wednesday, 01 June 2005

If it's really love, nothing can stand in your way. You'll overcome all obstacles, and **sigh* achieve happiness with the object of your affection. You will be faithful and devoted and... Well, I'm how old, and the great love of my life has been the Spinakopita I used to get at a Greek family's restaurant down the street. This was love, pure and true, and I knew it from the very first moment. You have to imagine the pastry that God would have packed in little Jesus's lunchbox. Breathtakingly light and crispy, with perfect phyllo dough. Golden brown, and brushed in olive oil and garlic. Delicate, but not too delicate; it crumbles in your mouth, but doesn't completely disintegrate. Cradled inside, you find heart of feta cheese and spinach, with just a hint of garlic. Melty and gooey, but not stringy, and not oily. Just perfect filling. If I had lived there, forever, I would now be waddling down the street, fat and happy.
But I moved, and by the time I got back, my spinakopita was gone, and I didn't know where it was. Okay. So the restaurant closed, and it's owners went to Boca.
Oh, the years I've spent trying to recreate that feeling!
There was the debaccle with the croisant dough. There was the Spinach feta pie thing from the Buenos Aires cafe. Such infidelity! There were a few dozen recipes, which I tried, and which always disappointed. After all, trying to reproduce my Spinakopita from a recipe is like mimeographing the Mona Lisa. It's an art form, a masterpeice. It can't be done.
Oh, and there were obstacles. I've waded through an ocean of cheep Feta, and battled my way through roomates who treat a pastry brush like a barbecue brush, uphill... in the snow... both ways. There was even a time when I found my garlic press utterly submerged in dishwater for... well, it could have been hours! But I have triumphed.
I finally got it right. We have been reunited, and this time, I'll be faithful. Really, I will.