Yes; I once attended a wedding party given by a Greek lady. She and her husband alone served so many people, seated at little individual tables all over her small home.
I will never understand how they pulled it off - legs of lamb came out of her little wall oven! They must have been very practiced; and to me, the garlicky potatoes were the star of the show.
It’s more memorable to me than meals I’ve had in fancy French restaurants.
That was YOU who brought the Bundt cake?!
There is something about the texture. They are exquisite.
“the garlicky potatoes were the star of the show.”
My grandparent’s lived on garlic and always smelt funny. As a kid I thought that the smell was old people.
It wasn’t until about 20 years later when I started to cook dinners with the boyfriend next-door, who introduced me to a garlic press, which we used to the extreme, I noticed we started to smell funny.
Face palm. Garlic, not age, was the smelly culprit.
Still love the stuff and no longer care if I smell!
Every weekend in the summer as a kid in Chicago we went to Greek picnics, thought that was American’s did on weekends.
My Grandpa had a lamb roasting pit in his garage. He and my Grandma taught me how to cook.
It’s all about caring.