If the beans weren’t Greek enough

I made feta filled fry bread. I got up early to do this since, you know, bread dough, kneading, rising, resting, shaping. I also had to make the dessert, the not-greek, no-bake orange creamsicle pie.

I was just cutting up tomatoes and cucumbers for salad when I got the call . . . sick kids. What can you do? I sent leftovers home with grandparents. I’d do it all again though. This was a kick ass meal. And that fry bread . . . ooh mama.