I have of late been obsessed with phyllo (filo) dough. I can't sleep at night because I am thinking phyllo dough. I find my mind wandering off into thoughts of spanakopeta and... phyllo layered desserts. "Gayle," you ask, "why are you obsessed with this culinary product?" "Why," I respond, "I think because I have to use it in my final practical exam... I also have to use over 30 other ingredients!" (Have this instructors lost their minds??) The question is valid and my answer banal... why a fancy for this particular element? Hmm... Maybe because it's a challenge to use... keeping it covered and moist, brushing butter on each layer without breaking the fine gossamer sheets. Maybe it brings back memories of spanakopeta in the late 70's early 80's when I made it, with great trepidation, for some collegiate function. Maybe because it just tastes so dang good! You may think I am overstating this obsession, but truly, I am not.
I was talking to some friends the other day about people being obsessed with elements of life. "What is that about?", said I. "I'm not obsessed about anything." "I am too easily distracted to become bewitched by one thing." "I have a broad range of interests." Clearly, some self actualization needs occupy some my waking moments... maybe the middle of the night, wide awake, obsessing moments too.
