Last week I took our Farah dog for a walk….on our return I saw a beautiful meadow….
With the high winter rainfall and the start of spring the countryside was full of wild flowers and dense foliage. The aroma of spring was all around. It was stunningly beautiful.
I got out of the car and went for a walk. I found wild fennel, willow and wild onions..all in flower! I collected 2-3 bunches of each and went home.
A recipe came to mind with a spring-like taste and smell. The little fennel pies of Mrs Fofos.
Mrs Fofo was my mother’s best friend. She is from Crete, a tall strong woman. We didn’t have the best relationship with her husband Andrea though, as he was very strict. We did hang out with her daughter Maria though when we were young kids, she lives in Belgium now.
I was thinking about her…she was 2-3 years older when we were kids and beat us at all the games of course. The same with hopscotch..
Anyway. Those days always come to mind in spring with the amazing little fennel pies of Mrs Fofos…The incredibly thin and crispy pastry, the over filled to bursting filling, with your mouth smelling of spring…
I thought I would try to make them and hopefully manage to bring back that taste..
I made a simple dough, prepared the filling and the little fennel pies were ready..
They weren’t the same as Mrs Fofos’s naturally. With her experience she made the pastry so thin and crispy I didn’t manage to replicate them exactly.
It doesn’t matter…the house was filled with the smell of them and the taste was almost the same.
I will make them again..and I think I will go and find Mrs Fofos and ask her to show me exactly how she made them…