This weekend, I decided it was time to head back home to Connecticut after a stressful month in NYC. I woke up Saturday morning to my yiayia (pronounced as ya-ya, it means grandmother in Greek) cleaning and banging pots in the kitchen. She had just got back from church and stopped by a local Greek food market to pick a huge container of Feta cheese (Us Greeks love our Feta). Right when I saw the container of Feta, my eyes grew wide and yiayia knew exactly what I was thinking; so she asks me in Greek, “Do you want me to make you some pita?” and of course I said yes. No one…EVER… says no to yiayia’s pita. For those who don’t know what pita is, it’s basically a cheese pie with feta and it is the greatest thing in the world. Anyone who loves cheese as much as I do will love pita; it’s cheese heaven! Also, the crust on the outside is also amazing; it’s drizzled in olive oil and garlic.
I give my yiayia a lot of credit because it’s not an easy thing to make; we consider her to be a perfectionist so it takes her around 2 hours to make the pita and another hour to bake it the stove. It really is a work of art, maybe before the end of the semester I can convince her to make a huge pie so I can bring it into my Comm 350 🙂