I made a Spanikopita Greek spinach casserole the other night. It is a lot of work, being that there are layers of Phylo dough on top and bottom with the filling in between, but I like to make it once in a while. Omar helped me paint melted butter between the Phylo dough layers with a pastry brush.
He was really doing a good job for being 2.5 years old, until he decided it was just as much fun to paint melted butter on the table. Then he decided he wanted to poke holes in the casserole when I was doing the top layer of phyllo dough. I told him not to do that anymore after he gouged a particularly large hole in it and sat there laughing about it. I told him he was going to get a time out if he did it again.
I didn’t know what to do about the hole, really, so I tore off a piece of phyllo dough and wadded it up and stuffed it in the hole. Omar said, “You stuffed a napkin in there?” Phylo dough does look like paper. So now Omar thinks I’ve stuffed a napkin in the middle of the casserole!
He wanted to poke more holes and I wouldn’t let him, so he decided he wanted to ask Daddy about that. Milad had gone to bed already, so Omar went upstairs to consult him. Milad called me at work this morning to ask what the heck Omar was talking about last night. He’d been up there rambling something about poking holes and Momma getting mad and sitting on the stairs, and Milad couldn’t figure out what he was talking about, but thought it was quite funny.
