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all-purpose flour, black olives, black pepper, bread flour, dillweed, dry milk powder, egg, feta cheese, honey, instant yeast, kosher salt, olive oil, orange zest, sesame seeds
This is a great dough to work with and the fillings are really limitless. Mount Pelion, which took its name from the mythical king Peleus, father of Achilles, is considered one of the most beautiful mountains in Greece. The local cuisine specializes in charcuterie, and a hearty stew called, spentzofáï. These little breads resemble a Mount, and would be a perfect accompaniment to either the charcuterie or a stew.
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It’s that time of year…the beginning of soup season. Or autumn to normal people. And as it happens, it’s also apple season. See the connection I made there? Nothing gets by The Goddess. This seemed like a marriage made in heaven. And it is! 
Back in the day when “cracker” was something you ate with soup or put cheese or peanut butter on, my mother used to make this salad. I had completely forgotten about it. Of course, there was no recipe that she left behind. I was dicing a tomato and some scallions, and the memory of it came flooding back. Thank goodness for food memories. 
This isn’t exactly a chutney. It’s really a cross between a chutney and a relish. It’s sweet and sour. It’s fruity, but with a hit of savory because of the Worcestershire and vinegar. You know, it really doesn’t matter what we call it. What matters is that it’s delicious! 
Okay. Right off I want you to know that The Goddess is misleading you. Yup. She’s leading you down the culinary garden path. She broiled the corn; she has no grill. And creamy? There is no cream, either. But, I’m here to tell you. This is truly delicious! 
This is one of those salads that just goes together by itself. Okay, so you do have to cut things up, and stir things up, but otherwise, it’s stupid simple. This is good any time of the year, but when your garden patch is bursting with goodness, this is positively stellar. 
Spice cake was my father’s favorite cake. My mother had two recipes, a variation on her Sour Cream Cake, which frankly I’ve never had good luck with, and this one. Which I always have very, very good luck with. 
Dream Bars…mmm…they are the stuff good dreams are made of. A little gooey. A little crunchy. Sweet and delicious. And so, so easy. 
This is a throw-back to my childhood. On hot summer days (we didn’t have air-condition!), when my mother didn’t want to heat up the kitchen, she would make this in the morning, and put it in the fridge. At dinner time, she would add it to chopped iceberg lettuce, along with thawed frozen peas. It was so very good, at the end of a hot day. 
Goddess Cooks 