If Popeye the sailorman was Greek the only thing he would gulp down would be spinach pies, made by grand-ma Nia. And I wouldn’t blame him. There is crunch in the filo, there is succulence in finely chopped spinach leaves and wonderfully baked feta. I have a very soft spot for spinach pie, many Greeks do, but my affection for this pie has deep-deep roots. Continue reading →

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