My mother took some cooking classes when she lived in Washington, D.C. in the late 1960s, and one of the series focused on meals from various countries. This is one of the recipes from that era, and one I happen to like. So, when I was invited by a chef friend to a Greek Easter party I volunteered to bring the cake.
I’m not quite sure why things went wrong, but the cake stuck in the pan. I carefully ran a knife around the edges and thumped. Nothing. Finally it came out in seven or eight pieces. I was mortified as I worked with the chef and other chefs attending the party. I pushed the pieces together as well as possible, but it was obvious that it was not quite as it should have been.
Got to the party and my chef friend showed me a Greek pastry that he had ruined earlier that day. It looked worse than mine. Then another chef arrived at the party. I told him what happened, and he said, “What’s the problem? It simply represents all the Greek Islands!