Last weekend was the annual Greek Festival downtown. I'm there just about every year, and other than maybe Thanksgiving, it's the one meal every year where I let myself go a little crazy. I love the lemon rice, dolmathes (stuffed grape leaves), keftethes (meatballs), fasolakia (green beans), spanikopita (spinach pie), and pretty much everything else. Kind of like St. Patrick's Day, it's the one weekend of the year when everyone in Salt Lake is Greek, and walks around saying "Opa! to each other.
Inge and I met up with our pals Mike and Jerry, and finally found a table where we were all able to sit together. The last few years, it seems that we always end up meeting nice folks who are visiting from out of state, and this year was no exception. We ended up sitting at the same table as some folks who had come all the way from Texas for the big football game with BYU. We had a fabulous time talking with them, and Jerry introduced them to loukoumades - fried doughballs drizzled in honey and cinnamon.
After we finished eating, it was off to buy our pastries. My favorite is the galotopita, which is a kind of a custard pie. I also got a floger (I think that's what it was called), which was kind of like a rolled baklava, drizzled in chocolate. But the really nice thing was that after getting along so well with our Texas friends, they paid for Inge's pastries. How cool is that!
Of course we had to get a picture with all of us, making the "Hook 'em 'Horns" sign, although maybe we jinxed it for them, considering that my Cougs ended up skunking the Horns the next evening.
Inge and I met up with our pals Mike and Jerry, and finally found a table where we were all able to sit together. The last few years, it seems that we always end up meeting nice folks who are visiting from out of state, and this year was no exception. We ended up sitting at the same table as some folks who had come all the way from Texas for the big football game with BYU. We had a fabulous time talking with them, and Jerry introduced them to loukoumades - fried doughballs drizzled in honey and cinnamon.
After we finished eating, it was off to buy our pastries. My favorite is the galotopita, which is a kind of a custard pie. I also got a floger (I think that's what it was called), which was kind of like a rolled baklava, drizzled in chocolate. But the really nice thing was that after getting along so well with our Texas friends, they paid for Inge's pastries. How cool is that!
Of course we had to get a picture with all of us, making the "Hook 'em 'Horns" sign, although maybe we jinxed it for them, considering that my Cougs ended up skunking the Horns the next evening.
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