Spanakopita

Tom ordered a spanakopita.

Melissa gleefully prepared moussaka and spanakopita for her family.

Soon, she’s toting a tray of miniature spanakopites, wedging it between groups of men and women who all seem to have arrived at once, as if they’ve been brought in a chartered bus to populate the house, to form a small privileged nation.

They laughed and enjoyed baking bread, buns and spanakopites (her Mama taught her the art of making filo pastry).

Bowls of melitzanosalata and tzatziki had been laid out, platters of spanakopita, meatballs, tiropitas, and two bottles of wine.

A large order today, he’d said. Mrs Yiasoumi had a delicate stomach and could hardly get out of bed, so he’d take five of her freshest spanakopites.