The Story
My grandma was a Vlaha (a minority of Greeks with their own dialect who were cavalry warriors during the Byzantine era and rich merchants later on during the Ottoman occupation of Greece) and specifically an Arhodovlaha meaning a Noble Vlaha. She was loved by everyone in the family and respected by the locals of her village. She was married to my grandpa, who I remember him as a serious man that did not speak a lot but he was handsome with dark hair and a dark moustache. What I still remember from him is the look of his eyes, it was sharp like an eagle's that was penetrating you. He was Arvanitis, and that meant only one thing, a true descendant of the Ancient Greeks. That makes me so proud of my heritage. My grandma and grandpa had eight children together! She was also a great cook and the only one with the latest cooking utensils in the village! She loved to dance and When she passed away, half of Greece arrived at her funeral! My uncles were surprised and they were told by those people that in the 1950's they were merchants who used to travel through the villages and because they couldn’t find a place to stay she would welcome them into her home and look after them! This recipe is from her to all of you and I hope you will enjoy it as much as we do.