I have always in the fridge one roll (even two) of puff pastry and one of phyllo pastry. These are my last minute rescue assistants when the fridge is full of left-overs and the time is missing. And it is always missing, especially during the week when the working day finishes late and we are starving.
But it is very difficult to find the phyllo pastry in Italy, so this is another typical ingredient that I pack in the car each time I go back home. I love it sweet and savoury, I like the crispy crust and the golden brown coloure it gets during cooking. I remember my mother preparing her homemade pastry that was so thin. It was transparent, it was an intact sheet of smooth pastry. I will never be able to do it, but I will try, I want to feel the movement of the light sheet of pastry waving above my hands.
This kind of pie is the traditional dish we eat often in Croatia, usually filled with fresh cheese and sour cream (salted) or with apples (sweet). But the pie with potatoes is something special. My mother learned to cook it from her Bosnian friend and she prepare it each time me and Mr. M. get back home, we love it so much and we just can’t stop eating it.