Every Christmas and Easter my YiaYia (grandmother) would have my sister and I help her bake. This was a tradition that was passed down to my children and now to my grandchildren. We would make a bunch of Greek pastries. Kourambiedes, Koulourakia Baklava, Finikia and of course Greek bread. She always seem to have all these crazy places were she stored them. Only to find out she was hidding them from my uncle Paulie when he came to visit. Tradition, I did the same thing, Hidding them when he came to visit. I sure did love my uncle Paul. He was the best, but he loved to eat.