My friends and I are a little Hollywood-Forever-movie-night-crazy. We just keep going back. I like these movie nights for many reasons, but one is I can mess up my kitchen trying out a new recipes and not have to worry about cleaning it up before company. Also, it’s a good recipe tester situation. There are plenty of other foods, so if I bomb, it’s not like the group will go hungry.
I made Greek Sandwiches because there are many vegetarians in the group, and they’re like, GIVE ME SOME VEGTABLES—NO, I DON’T WANT YOUR MEAT! So I figured they’d appreciate these little veggies pitas. And they were in fact appreciated. Crunchy and piquant, there a nice healthy change from the traditional picnic fare and seemed in line with a true Greek salad, which I, clearly, am a huge expert on since I am ambivalent toward salads and Greek is one of the few lineages I can’t claim. But I’ve been to Greece, folks! And I’ve heard the cats scream! (There’s no escaping this horrendous noise in Greece for some reason. Screaming cats are everywhere.) In Greece, I noticed Greek salads rarely came with salad greens and consisted mainly of tomatoes, red onions, and cucumber with a big hunk of feta on top. And … (I include an ellipsis to add suspense) my recipe also contains no salad greens. (My talk of salad greens is boring, but I’m going to see it till the end.) Since my deduction powers are strong, I can therefore deduce, my Greek pitas=true Greek salad with the addition of flatbread.
I was a little concerned about the dressing soggying up the pita, so I filled them when we got to our picnic spot. But next time I’ll just save myself the hassle, pre-fill them and risk soggy pitas.
Paul Reubens, Dotty, Francis (or Frances?), the ex-con and the waitress all from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure showed up to greet the crowd. (Adam says to ask someone our age if they’ve seen this movie is like asking, Do you breathe air? I had never seen the movie before, and I think Adam might have been telling me I’m way out of the loop. And did you know Tim Burton directed this movie? Somehow I didn’t until recently. Again, out of the loop.) Here’s a pic of my pita, which is a fun phrase to say out loud (try it!):
I had no idea my thumbs were so ugly. I feel no better off for having this knowledge now. Sigh.
P.S. Recipes are a pain to type up, and I’m not convinced anyone’s actually using this blog as a recipe resource. Besides Maggie, who has tried this Spinach and Rice Soup, which is of no use to anyone now since we are all afraid of spinach, and these Risotto Pancakes. (Thanks, Mags!) But what I’ve determined is: I will only post recipes if they are repeats, which says a lot about the recipe, or if the recipe just blew my mind and I have to share it with you RIGHT NOW, or if it’s super-easy to type up. However, feel free to request I post recipes that I write about and you want to try because I’ll happily oblige if I know someone is actually going to cook it.
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