Some know it as “biscottoloukoumo,” others call it “tirito̱ba.” My grandfather used to call it tirito̱ba, and that’s how I learned about this humble sweet treat. Back in the days when desserts were a luxury, the old folks “invented” it to sweeten their days and accompany their coffee.
Made with love and simplicity, two petit-beurre cookies gently hold a piece of loukoumi between them, like a little sandwich, pressed softly to unite the crispiness of the cookie with the chewy sweetness of the loukoumi. It’s a “ritual” that brought together young and old around the table, filling the house with the scent of loukoumi: rose, mastic, bergamot...
It was that simple treat that accompanied conversations, grandpa’s stories, and grandma’s laughter, making everyday moments a little warmer, a little brighter. A small sweet miracle that gave comfort and sweetness when the world outside was tougher, when what we now take for granted was for many just a distant dream.
Today, biscottoloukoumo remains alive, a sweet memory traveling through time, a flavor that keeps us close to our roots and the memories of our loved ones...
