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ΣΠΑΝΑΚΟΤΥΡΟΠΙΤΑ – spanakotirópita - Cheese and Spinach Pie – Recipe of Kurios Manolis, Diros Restaurant, Xenophon Street, Athens.
Filling:
1 kilo. spinach – washed and broken, if leaves are large
300 grams feta cheese - crumbled (sheep or cow’s milk feta ; Feta Dodonis is the best)
3 medium-size eggs – lightly whipped
4 or 5 spring onions – chopped
1 dry onion – chopped
a handful of dill
olive oil for frying etc.
Method:
In a large pan – fry dry chopped onions in plenty of olive oil and then add the washed spinach and the spring onions. Simmer in the oil until the spinach is soft.
Take off the heat. Add the cheese and eggs.
Add the dill.
Use a large baking dish. The Greek ‘tapsi’ is a metal baking pan, about 25cm by 40 cm (but mine is smaller and works well)
Brush the bottom and sides with olive oil.
Use filo pastry, which you may have had to defrost. Keep the roll loosely wrapped in a damp towel, so that the pastry does not dry out.
Use a thin layer at a time and spread out in the pan, like sheets spread out on a bed and overhanging the edges. Thoroughly oil the bottom and side of every second sheet.
After you have laid six or seven sheets ( about half the total), fill with the mixture.
Then wrap over the sheets on all four sides, so that they lie flat around the edges of the filling.
On top of this place one sheet folded double. Then brush over with olive oil.
Continue with single sheets until you have used up all of them.
Tuck in all the sides, lifting the ‘package’ so that you can get the edges tucked underneath. Do not be afraid! Even if a little of the filling spills out, it will not matter.
Finish with a brushing of olive oil over the top and a sprinkling of cold water.
Baking:
In the oven for three quarters of an hour. 200˚ or Gas Mark 6.
Shake tin to know if ready. (NB This does not always work!)
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