Part of growing up as a Greek girl means knowing instinctively that your role will end up in some way shape or form in the kitchen.  It's in our blood to cook and it's in our blood to cook without recipes and it's also in our blood to decipher recipes and figure them out without a pre-existing recipe. Such is the case with my daughter, known as mini-me, also known as Honestly Margo.  Because we all look at her and go, "Honestly.. MARGO????" … [Read more...]