Dolmades, South African style

I am to dolmades what TheHusband is to hotdogs. Or chow mein. Or pizza for that matter. In other words, addicted. Whenever I spot them in our local shopping haunt's deli section I have to grab a small container to scoff as snack before supper time. Containing just 4 or 5 dolmades, it is usually enough to satisfy my gastronomic desires.

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Spanakopita Meatballs

For today's special feature, I bring you FrankenThumb! It's even sporting some light pink nail polish over here. You should feel very honoured by its presence. Okay it's not so franken at the moment, but that poor thumb gets cut or otherwise mangled a *lot*. 

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Chicken Breasts with Drunken Figs

I don't know if it's just me, but the thought of drunken anything-edible is pretty dang appealing. Just imagine - *insert your ingredient of choice here* soaking in the fruit of the vine and  wallowing in it's goodness. Culminating in you eating up all that goodness of course. Yeah, I knew you'd come round to my point of view eventually.

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