The other day my son and I drove to the city to go grocery shopping. He rearranged his schedule a little bit to accommodate this outing with no grumbles. Our schedules are nutty and so the 45-minute drive to and from the store is a nice way to chat or goof off with loud music. He’ll be off to university this summer so the more time spent together now, is 100% better. While in the store he excitedly mentioned that we should get phyllo pastry and spinach and…and…and maybe even. He rattled off the ingredients for spanakopita.

“I’ll make it this weekend,” he promised.

Well, life gets in the way and when he was called into work and later took his darling for a spur of the moment dinner date. I decided to have a date with a kg of spinach.

The recipe was lovely and there was just one thing that my son mentioned that I forgot to do, cut the spanacopita into squares prior to cooking…

I knew that.

Told him that he should have done the same thing when he made the baklava…