Nancy Young wrote:
> I went to a Greek festival for a late lunch, that was fun.
>
> I say Grik because one time, long ago and far away, a hotdog
> cart guy outside of Wanamaker's in NYC struck up a
> conversation with me by saying, I spik Grik. Cute. Took
> me a startled few seconds to think what the heck he said.
>
> Heh, he's probably a big diner owner today.
>
> Anyway, I went to the Greek festival for food. Got some
> moussaka and slouvakia, then went back for the real
> goal for the day. The Cookies. I call them something
> clever like Anna Kornikovika cookies. Duh. They are
> actually Koulourakia. Also, got some baklava, it is the
> law. Must get baklava.
>
> And honey balls. Loukoumades, ate them there, they
> were very good. Yummy.
>
> I thing we'll go back tomorrow, this time I'm going to
> get the spinach pie platter or an order of spanikopites,
> lemon chicken? or how about some pastitisio ... then
> maybe the Kataife or the galaktoboureko ...
>
> Hey, if I can't pronounce it, is it still good?

Pronounce nothing, the way those spellings roll off your tongue one
would think you've been doing things Grik style all your life! hehe

Sheldon Sparticus