Have you ever lost your passport? Have you ever lost your passport while in another country?? One of the scariest things that has ever happened to me was waking up in Greece, packing up and excited to go catch a flight in a couple hours and realizing I. HAD. NO. PASSPORT. My last night in Greece was a celebration that was just a little bit hazy. See, you generally don’t eat dinner there until around 11pm, and I was unaccustomed to keeping up (literally). I was pretty sleepy and the Ouzo was flowing, followed by a gorgeous moussaka that broke my brain. I was completely enamored with the dish, and the combination of flavors were unlike anything I had ever had in the US. The restaurant was tiny and dark and my passport was sitting in an even darker corner of the table, as it also used to be my wallet (oh the lessons we learn!). More Ouzo, delicate flaky baklava for dessert, and my friend paying evidently led to me forgetting every single document of importance, including the only money I had.
The restaurant didn’t open again until 6pm, and my flight was at 10am. Somehow, some higher power saw it fit for me to get out of the country, because my friend who spoke Greek was able to talk to people in the area and we met a-friend-of-a-cousin-of-a-neighbor-of-the-restaurant-owner who had human decency to not steal anything, and brought it all to my desperate self at the restaurant. Screaming through Greek traffic while so lost, shamefully being escorted past about 400 people in TSA, and being the last person to board the plane, somehow I ended up making it to Scotland that day, champagne (and more importantly, passport) in hand. I have never forgotten the dish that made me lose myself and my passport in Greece, and I have adapted the recipe here to work with common US ingredients, and be just a skosh healthier. I hope you enjoy!