Cupcakes are usually sweet — but this day, I tried something different. The recipe said I was making mini Shepard’s pie, but I think it was more of a delicious sweet potato, pork and veggie cupcake. By: Maria Kalaitzandonakes
“See zos chickens?” her old Greek grandfather would say pointing to the pigeons, “all of zos are yours.”
Growing up, all little girls think they’re princesses. But Maria’s kingdom never had a prince, never a castle. She reigned over her “chickens” and olive trees.
Yup, it was all Greek to her.
Rules in this kingdom were strict. Only A’s in school. No sleepovers. No painting the walls. In pre-school the teachers had her hearing tested three times, thinking that her piercingly loud voice must come from some sort of deafness.
Maria, herself, never realized her life was odd until grade school, when the very American idea of “personal bubble space” puzzled her. And when physically unable to abide by the “arm’s length apart rule” Maria’s teacher gave her a hula hoop, which she had to walk around with as to not disrupt anyone’s personal space.
When a little boy bothered her in middle school, Maria’s hot temper (Greek Blood as Maria’s father called it), got the best of her, and she yelled out a curse “gammoto!” and punched him in the face.
In high school she embraced the crooked nose, the Christmas boat and the five gallon olive oil tin in her pantry.
When Maria’s grandfather first saw a squirrel he said, “See zos fings” pointing to the unknown animal, “Do not be afraid of zem. You are a Greek, baby.”
And with that, she had confidence in her future, as a non-squirrel fearing Greek princess.
Maria is also the editor in chief for "The Rock" and "Southpaw".
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