Food Therapy: Baking Away the Blues

Homemade Spinach Feta Pie

This yummy recipe was inspired by my good friend and retired chef, Bonnie Mitchell, who first taught me to make spanakopita. Here it my version in a pie crust,  just out of the oven, but how did I make it? Here are the simple steps:

1. In a large mixing bowl, combine:

a small container (250ml) ricotta or cottage cheese

half a block crumbled feta (again about 250 ml)

2 eggs

pepper

a pinch of salt

a generous amount of dried or fresh dill, to taste (at least 1 1/2 tsp dried dill)

2. While working in this dry steam a bag of spinach in a large pot or pan, maybe half at a time, until wilted.

Let spinach cool, squeeze out excess liquid, and chop.

3. Then add chopped green onions (3-5) or chives (a handful)

4. Mix with the rest of the ingredients.

5. Make a simple pie crust (no French pastry degrees required) from Mollie Katzen’s Moosewood cookbook.

Actually I used whole wheat flour and threw in a tablespoon of brown sugar for good measure.    

Here I am being spoiled and using the kitchenaide friends gave me, but this can be done by hand or with a pastry cutter as well.

6. Grease pie plate with butter and place in pie crust.

7. Put filling in crust.

8. Put in preheated 350 C oven for about 40-45 minutes.

9. Enjoy! Would be nice with a side of green or Greek Salad, or even Greek Lentil Stew, but that recipe will be for next time!

Why Pray?

Because to pray

is to let your soul breathe

in an atmosphere of love.

Open to inspiration

you can escape

the suffocating smallness

of your limited self.

All the invisible webs of love

that connect you with others

begin to glow.

Nothing to offer but silence

Rummaging through the cupboards of my soul

I find I have nothing to offer you.

Where is the spiritual nourishment I want to share?

The refreshing tidbit of wisdom

to savour on the tip of your tongue?

 

Looking, looking, I come up empty…

 

All I can offer is a bit of space

for you to lay down your burdens,

a bare shelf in my heart

you’re welcome to fill with your sorrows

or joys.

 

I will sit with you, friend,

and offer the silence your story needs

to come out and dance.

 

tiny bricks of beauty

Have you had the chance to do much art lately?

I ask my artist friend as she chats 

confidentially with her toddler on her lap,

which is blossoming with baby belly

under her bright pink shirt.


Not too much, she replies, 

Just surviving and getting ready for baby,

but looking forward to nursing as a time for inspiration.

Yeah, I reply, It’s that quiet contemplative time 

that is the source of inspiration for sure.

An openness to the divine, she replies, 

That’s where art comes from.


I want to tell her that right now 

she is cooperating with the most divine creation there is—

that of a human life—the artistic triumph of the world, 

a piece of art that is by its very nature immortal

but I get interrupted by one of my kids who needs a new towel.


So I can’t tell her that she is weaving with sinews of love

painting with brushstrokes of hope

writing with stories strung on tiny ropes of DNA

forging new paths for faithfulness

strengthening family bonds with tiny bricks of beauty

cells diverse and unique 

splendidly forming into 

a new child of promise.