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I am (Unofficially) Officially Moving to Cyprus

I have been to Kanella exactly 2 times and I can say without a doubt in my mind that I would eat there every single day if I lived close enough. Whoever was putzing around the kitchen one day and thought, “You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to mix feta with some thyme, wrap it in filo dough and smother the whole thing in thyme-infused honey and serve with roasted beets,” is a genius. Bureki. I wish I had eight more of those right now.

And the face my friend made when he tried tahini for the first time was equally magical: first the pure, unadulterated bliss of creamy, savory, slightly salty heaven. BUT THEN THE BITTERNESS SET IN AND HIS FACE WENT THROUGH A RAINBOW OF EMOTION. I, being the bad friend in this situation, did not warn him soon enough. I felt terrible for maybe half a second before breaking down into laughter.


“Is that a bowl for washing fingers?” You would ask. And you would be correct.

After weighing the pros and cons, he eventually decided on a positive impression of tahini and continued to dip his bread in our little antipasto treat. And after our starter course of heaven wrapped in filo dough drizzled with more heaven, came the entrées. My partner in crime ordered the special poultry (Thyme and lemon hen on a bed of I believe wheat berries). First they set the table with the usual forks and knives (classy!) but then added a small bowl of water because this is the kind of dish you eat with your hands. How awesome is that? A fancy dinner atmosphere and finger food!

I ordered the Cyprus tortelloni: a utopian plate of halloumi-and-mint-filled tortelloni with a greek yogurt and spinach sauce topped with a little more mint and lemon to create nothing short of divinity. It was a wonderful dish that I am still craving (and failing to recreate at home) a week later. It’s no big deal, I guess, I’ll survive somehow.

Maybe the best part of all was that this was going to be my treat. Oh, I was hell-bent on it, too. Right up until the check came I was all, “No, don’t worry about it… It’s not that expensive… Seriously, I got this…” Then the check came. So I grab my purse, rummage around annnnnnnnd… nothing. I left my wallet at home! Ugh, seriously? I mean, really? I could die. I felt so bad. On the bright side, my Meat Partner has a solid amount of credit to his name. Lucky, lucky.

Did you know that Cyprus is the 3rd largest island in the Mediterranean? Or that the next time I’m in the mood for brunch I’m going back? Yeah, that last one was easy.


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