Dying eggs red for Easter is an Orthodox tradition and our Church had the cutest red eggs for us to take home. They were so adorable we used them as table decorations.
The decorations didn’t last long, we smashed up our eggs before we started eating. I LOST the game! My egg crunched up on both ends, booo.
Lamb is a traditional holiday meal for us but I was craving something different so I bought some ribs as well. I had about 4.5 oz’s of meat with broccoli and roasted potato’s on the side. Not how my meals usually look but it was all delish!
I also majorly nommed on some shrimpies.
Nahh! Just individual servings of shrimp sauce in shot glasses. Klassy I know but it was something fun to do!
Dessert was another favourite, galaktoboureko (say that 5 times fast). Forget about baklava, this is the BEST Greek dessert ever!!
Lots of custardy goodness sandwiched in honey drenched phylo. Sooooooo good.
The galaktoboureko and tsoureki (from breakfast) both came from The Greek Corner in my hometown. They make the very best, I haven’t found anything close in Toronto.
We had linner early afternoon and I’m still so full but I made room for one of these, it’s not Easter without (at least) one!
Cream eggs always remind me of my YiaYia (grandma). Even though I couldn’t have dairy she would buy me one each year anyway (haha, I’m sure my mom was thrilled), it was a super special treat!