Most of all I dream of the food.
Even when I was young I would beg for a gyro instead of a hamburger. If I could put feta on everything I would, and seafood is my favorite.
Why I'm not Greek you would have to address with my ancestors, but if I had to bet, somewhere in my deep past there may have been a lovely Greek woman with green eyes.
Lucky for me, Rosie is a fan of Greek food as well! I was gagging for a gyro over the weekend so I popped over to The Londoner and rushed to the store to make her Homemade Gyros.
This is her "secret sauce", watch out it's a spicy litter bugger, but what's life without a little heat.
This is exactly what I wanted and it was more than easy to throw together, which could turn out to be dangerous whenever I am dreaming of blue roofs and dark haired men with dazzling dark eyes and an accent.