Greek for a day!

Almost every year for the past 25 years I have gone to the annual Greek Festival to enjoy wonderful food and rich culture. I had a childhood friend who is Greek and she influenced my love for Greek food. We would watch her little sister dance for hours dressed from head to toe while we sampled every thing in site. She could pronounce things and always had a connection to get the best food.

I'm a Scotch-Irish-German-Irish with a touch of Indian, normal American Christian girl. Product of the American melting pot to say the least. We did not have a strong ethnic ties or "pure" blood line and I really admired her tight knit Greek community. The fact they had awesome food was definitely a bonus. She did love to come over and eat my mom's southern cooking (which is a heritage all its own). I wanted to be Greek and she wanted to be a normal American. (Rent, My big Fat Greek Wedding if you need a visual. It's so true and hilarious!)

I took my girls and for one more day, pretended to be Greek and had a blast visiting old friends and sharing their rich culture and mouth watering food.

Spanakopita, Greek salads loaded with olives and feta, souvlaki, and loukoumades, the most delicious donut holes covered in honey, cinnamon and powdered sugar. It was bliss. Not for the diet, gained 3 lbs! Double time on the treadmill for the next few weeks. :(

The girls loved the "guard" because he had a real sword. They kept saying, "He's real mom not an actor, REAL!" They loved Greece and want to go back next week when Daddy gets home.