I went to the Greek Festival here in Portland last weekend, at which I consumed (among other things) a great deal of loukoumades.
Really, they’re just doughnut holes. With some honey, and a sprinkling of cinnamon. But when you say their Greek name they just sound a lot more elegant.
I have just been in more of a pictures mood than anything lately, but maybe I should write something. Tomorrow sounds good.
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