Spanakopita by Jennee

Recipe from the depths of Jennee’s mind, photos from the camera, additional writing by me, Grazza McFilthy Mouth…


Spanakopita is some kind of Greek pie. It is rolled in filo pastry with a spinach-y cheesey filling. Basically it is kick-ass. A pie that has kept many a 70-something-year-old Greek man boned up and ready to go (and yes, that means what you think it means). I’m pretty sure my friend Helen over at Pantry Obsession will be commenting with a few actual facts about this magical pie so for now I think it is pretty safe for me to report what I think I know (aka. The facts). This stuff smells really good in the oven… heaps better then it would sitting in a carnies loot bag for three days in sideshow alley. The smells made me hungry. I was just glad it was the job of my children to continuously ask the fine woman who carried them in her womb and eventually pushed them into this world in one final… I’ll do you a favour and leave that one out for now. Needless to say, the boys were annoying the hell out of Jennee by continuously posing the question as to when dinner would be ready. Eventually the dinner was ready and we filled our bellies with this cracking spanakopita.

Out of the oven, into our bellies
Out of the oven, into our bellies
A close up with a blurry salad in the background
A close up with a blurry salad in the background
The blurry salad
The blurry salad
I told you to get in my belly
I told you to get in my belly


1 bunch of  perfectly ripe silverbeet (as oppose to overripe which would make it flaccid. Te he he), chopped into 1cm strips

2 cups ricotta, crumbled like the spirit of a first year apprentice chef

1 cup feta, grated or crumbled using only your teeth

½ cup grated pecorino, not pet a rhino – pecorino

2 eggs (not human eggs – I think they lack the “sticking” quality of chook eggs)

Grated nutmeg to your liking, ie. if it’s Christmas time add more for a nod to the festive season

Many sheets of filo pastry

Dried oregano to sprinkle over the top

  • Mix all ingredients except the filo, that would make it mushy… and crap
  • Roll out the filo sheets, one at a time, double them over and then place some mix along one side like you are making sausage rolls
  • Roll up like a sausage
  • Repeat until all the mix is gone
  • Layer the sausages in a cake tin lined with baking paper and brush each sausage with olive oil lightly before you place the next sausage in
  • You can do 3-4 layers or just 1
  • Sprinkle dried oregano over the top like it was fairy dust
  • Bake in oven at 180 degrees until golden brown
  • Enjoy with friends, or in a dark corner of the house with only your tears for company
  • We had ours with rocket and tomato pesto and a salad we made with things from the garden



I’m back…

This is a story of one mans survival in the wild mountainous rainforest of northern NSW. With nothing but a loaf of bread, some cabbage and the carnie that was holding it. My only hope of survival was to steal some pumpkin seeds from the hippies that would run naked through the ferns, their bodies glistening with mountain dew (not the soft drink… I hope). But alas I could not get close enough to bring them to the ground by their dreadlocks and hog tie them. Jesus knows I tried.

So there I was. A babe alone in the forest, not unlike Bambi. At the mercy of the elements. Monkeys would laugh at me as I begged them to take me in… Make me one of their own. I managed to catch one and eat it. Fair retribution? Probably not but I was hungry. Wish I had a fire to cook it on though…

After days of dragging myself (and my pet carnie) through the forest I saw the angelic light that was civilization. That or I was getting acid flashbacks again. Either option was fine by me. I had gone days without a proper meal and this bloody carnie was getting heavy.

And maybe, just to bring a fact or two into an otherwise fluff of a story, I will say that we spent the day in the hills for Seba and his cousin James’ birthday lunch. A great day was had by all… And everyone made it home alive. Albeit a little weary.

We had lunch between here...
We had lunch between here…
...and here
…and here

So this was our dinner. Sunday night cooking at it’s finest. Omelette with eggs from our chooks, zucchini, spinach and herbs from the garden, chorizo and tomme goats cheese. Jennee manned the omelette station so all I had to do was cut down a Christmas tree from the neighbours yard, drink a refreshing beverage and write this story*.



*I accidentally erased the first story I wrote, so I wrote it again. Hence you get the Sunday story on Tuesday. Freaking out yet? I am…