This is one that Mrs. Pastry has been wanting me to do since before I retired the blog. I’ve kept her waiting that long. But then I still don’t have a bass boat, so…that makes us more or less even I’d say.
These little gems hail from the Eastern Mediterranean, and were a Pastry household (apartment-hold?) staple once upon a time. We bought them at little Middle East bakery in Andersonville, a far north neighborhood of Chicago. We probably went through a dozen a week for a while. They’re reminiscent of Greek spanakopita, but are made with bread dough instead of filo. You’ll like’em, I promise.