There aren’t many problems that can’t be solved in a Greek yia-yia’s kitchen. (It would be great if the Greek government could let the ladies in our village, Lia, tackle the current economic crisis. But I digress…) During the year in which I lived in Lia, my neighbor ladies made it a village project to get my life in order. This endeavour involved baking a magic cake that would guarantee me a good husband. I wrote about this cooking-for-love adventure in a guest post on my friend’s blog, onemoveablefeast.com. (Please click there to check it out there.) And I also shared the recipe, because that Pillsbury Doughboy is right: nothing says loving like something from the oven.