We’re off to Montreal tonight to see our families before we head off to Africa. We hope to spend some time with our loved ones, catch up with old friends, and desperately try to limit the weight gain to 5 pounds.
As you may already know or may have guessed from our names, we are Greek Canadian. Food is, shall we say….very, very important, at least in our extended families. The first thing both moms said when we told them we were coming was “Great, what should I cook?” 
Greek 101 dictates that you must eat whatever is put in front of you. Doesn’t matter how many servings you’ve had or even how many meals you’ve already eaten that day. Basically, if you can still get up from the dinner table and move about unhampered you haven’t eaten enough and you risk offending your host. So, if you don’t hear from us over the next couple days, it’s either because we’ve eaten so many spanakopites that we can no longer reach the keyboard or we are in a feta-induced comma. Don’t laugh, feta-induced commas are very serious. Either way…send help.
We return to Vancouver in 9 days, with I’m sure, no less then three extra bags full of backlava and spanokopites (not to mention a couple extra chins).
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