So I had an opportunity to eat baklava last night. Prior to this night, I had tried it once, when my friend told me I just HAD to try a piece because it was so good. So, I took her fork and dove in without abandon (because me and sweets, I thought, go hand in hand) into this clear plastic container. Flakes of stuff went everywhere. I tried it. It tasted like Grape Nuts. Don't get me wrong, I'm a fan of Grape Nuts. Grapes? GOOOOD. Nuts? GOOOOD. But, and maybe it's just me, I would rather not have a glorified bowl of Grape Nuts for dessert and consume calories in that manner. Why would I eat Grape Nuts for dessert? That's crazy.
So between that night and last night, I continued to hear various people sing the praises for baklava. "Maybe my sweet tooth was just off that night..." I thought to myself. So when offered, I decided to try again. Nope. Nothing different. Grape Nuts. Glorified Grape Nuts that I guess they call baklava.
You know what I think?
Blah blah blah Baklava....
....BUT!!!!.....
.....I scream, you scream, we all scream for ICE CREAM!!!!
Tonight. Scooperbowl. Nation's biggest celebration of ice cream. I'll be there. I'll save my Grape Nuts for the morning.
1 comment:
I love baklava as if it were my first born child. It's gooey and ooey and the perfect treat. Sometimes when I eat it I want to cry because it's so good.
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