Finished Friday

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.

Got it.

Koulourakia entering the oven...

...and our mouths.