In response to Esther’s writing prompt: https://wp.me/p3vsTb-9Hc

DISH

Some dishes feed more than hunger. They feed memory.

Identity.

The parts of ourselves that still remember where we come from.

One of my favourite dishes to make is Greek moussaka —though I make it a little differently.

Instead of the traditional version, I use potatoes, layered soft and golden beneath the rich sauce and spices.

Beside it, there is always a good salad with feta cheese, fresh tomatoes, cucumber, olives, and olive oil that tastes like sunshine. And freshly baked bread, still warm enough to steam when broken apart.

The smell alone feels like home.

Cooking has never just been about food to me.

It is ritual.

Comfort.

Love passed hand to hand through generations.

Every dish carries a story.

A country.

A grandmother’s kitchen.

A language spoken through flavour instead of words.

For me, moussaka is more than dinner.

It is a quiet salute to my Greek heritage —

a reminder that roots can live on in the simplest things.

In a recipe.

In shared bread.

In the way certain spices instantly transport you somewhere older than memory itself.

Some dishes fill the stomach.

The special ones fill the soul…

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— Maggie
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