The awkward moment when three of your classes from last prac are on the same train as you.
I spent the majority of last night baking Greek cookies at the request of my family. My grandfather married a Greek woman shortly before I was born, ensuring that these were a staple at family events when I was growing up. I’m the only one who has been able to successfully replicate her recipes thus far, so when a craving hits, guess who’s called? I’ve made the Kourabiethes many times with success but this was my first ever attempt at Koulourakia. They look delicious and taste even better, omnomnom. Now to avoid eating them all!
Kourabiethes
Koulourakia
7km walk along the beach? Don’t mind if I do! Feeling great, just hoping I lathered my poor lily white skin with enough sunscreen. 2nd degree sunburn once was certainly enough to last me a lifetime.
