A few months ago, B came home from visiting a Greek friend and wistfully commented about the lovely koulourakia he'd been served alongside his tea. It was the kind of thing a wife takes seriously, and so immediately thereafter the kids and I became koulourakia machines. I'd whip up a batch of dough to put in the refrigerator, and every afternoon we'd bake a dozen or so cookies. Yum.
Lent started a few week ago, and that put an end to our butter and egg koulourakia. I know B missed them. After a vegan-peanut-butter-coconut-oil-cookie mess, B mentioned that our Church Yiayia has a lenten koulourakia recipe.
"I think she uses orange juice and olive oil or something like that," he said.
Koulourakia entering the oven...
...and our mouths.