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@createcookshare: Spanakopita Cheese Melt (gluten-free) (Spinach and Feta Grilled Cheese) Makes 3 sandwiches Prep: 10 minutes Cook: 5 minutes per melt INGREDIENTS 1 ½ cups (about 60g) baby spinach, finely chopped 1 large green onion (spring onion), finely chopped 3 (or double amount for extra cheesy) slices cheese (cheddar/tasty) ½ cup (50g) feta cheese, crumbled ½ cup (50g) Kefalotyri Greek cheese, grated (or use a combination of mozzarella and Pecorino Romano) 2 teaspoons dried dill (optional to use fresh dill) Salt & pepper, to taste pure butter 6 slices Gluten-Free Bread All details here https://www.createcookshare.com/single-post/spanakopita-grilled-cheese-melt-glutenfree #cheesemelt #spinachandfeta #greekfood #glutenfreerecipes

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