A good week in real estate: 2 closings, 8 new leads, the satisfaction of matching families with houses the way Mama matches fillings with phyllo — instinctively, confidently. I brought spanakopita to an open house. The buyers ate it. They made an offer.
Sophia is reading about marine biology with an intensity that would concern me if it were directed at anything other than her future career. She talked about it at dinner for twenty minutes and I understood approximately half of it but all of the joy behind it.
I stood in my kitchen this evening and looked at the counter where I have made a thousand meals for my family and thought: this is what I do. I feed people. I sell them houses and I feed them food and I keep showing up because showing up is the only recipe that never fails.
I made fasolada — white bean soup, the national dish of Greece. Simple, humble, and more satisfying than anything that costs almost nothing has a right to be. The kitchen smelled like olive oil and the coming rain and I thought: this is what survives. Not the money or the stress or the arguments about phyllo. The food survives. The recipes survive. The love baked into every dish survives.
The house was quiet this evening. I sat at the kitchen table with a glass of wine and the remains of dinner and I thought about all the tables I have sat at — Mama's table in Tarpon Springs, the table in the South Tampa house I lost, the table in the apartment where I started over, this table where I have fed my children for years. Every table is a different chapter. The food connects them all.
The fasolada was the soul of the meal, but every soul needs something to lean on — and that evening it was this herb loaf, the kind of bread that asks nothing of you and gives everything back. I have made variations of it more times than I can count, always from memory, always by feel, the way Mama taught me to cook without looking at a clock. After a week of closings and contracts and showing up for everyone else, standing at the counter and working dough with my hands felt like coming home to myself.
Herb Loaf
Prep Time: 20 min | Cook Time: 45 min | Total Time: 1 hr 5 min | Servings: 10 slices
Ingredients
- 3 cups all-purpose flour
- 1 tablespoon baking powder
- 1 teaspoon salt
- 1/2 teaspoon black pepper
- 2 tablespoons fresh rosemary, finely chopped
- 2 tablespoons fresh thyme, finely chopped
- 2 tablespoons fresh flat-leaf parsley, finely chopped
- 1 teaspoon dried oregano
- 2 large eggs
- 1 cup whole milk
- 1/3 cup extra-virgin olive oil
- 1 tablespoon honey
- 2 cloves garlic, minced
Instructions
- Preheat. Heat your oven to 375°F (190°C). Lightly grease a 9x5-inch loaf pan and set aside.
- Mix dry ingredients. In a large bowl, whisk together the flour, baking powder, salt, and black pepper until evenly combined.
- Add herbs. Stir in the rosemary, thyme, parsley, oregano, and minced garlic, distributing them evenly through the flour mixture.
- Combine wet ingredients. In a separate bowl, whisk together the eggs, milk, olive oil, and honey until smooth and fully incorporated.
- Bring together. Pour the wet mixture into the dry ingredients and stir gently with a wooden spoon until just combined — do not overmix. The batter will be thick.
- Fill and bake. Spoon the batter into the prepared loaf pan and smooth the top. Bake for 42–45 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean and the top is golden brown.
- Rest and slice. Allow the loaf to cool in the pan for 10 minutes before turning out onto a wire rack. Slice and serve warm alongside soup or with a drizzle of olive oil.
Nutrition (per serving)
Calories: 240 | Protein: 6g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 33g | Fiber: 1g | Sodium: 310mg