Story time!

I left this as a comment in a friend's journal, and I thought I would add it here for the rest of you.  It's just a snippet of my life with drangelo.



When drangelo and I first moved in together we did a lot of cooking.  One of the best things that I/we make are my paternal grandmother's recipe for stuffed grape leaves.[1]  If you have ever had stuffed grape leaves, you know that the recipe requires a significant amount of dill weed.  It takes a lot of work, though, so it didn't happen very often.

Since it took so long between these fabulous grape leaf events, whenever grape leaves found its way onto our meals list, we would inevitably find ourselves in the grocery store trying to remember if we had any dill in the spice cabinet.  We would then buy a jar just to be sure.  Eventually we found ourselves with 4 or 5 nearly full jars of dill in the cabinet, more than we could conceivably go through for years.

It became a joke between us whenever we went grocery shopping.  "You sure we don't need any dill?" 

We didn't buy dill again until we moved to Texas.


[1] If you are a "standard" Greek, you know these as dolmathes.  We, being Greek by the way of Sephardim, call them yaprakes.