Have you ever made something and instantly wanted to become the expert maker of it? Like, maybe picturing yourself at a party and all the guests being all: "Whitney brought the spanikopita pie. It's amazing! We always devour the shit out of it." Or, whatever. Well, that happened this weekend TWICE & both times with phyllo dough. Despite its fragility, its flaky, delicate, breakable thin skin, it's super forgiving.
