My mother introduced me to baklava as a child. Definitely one of the best things she ever did for me. In turn I introduced my children to baklava as well.
All those crispy papery layers of phyllo dough, the perfectly chopped nuts and all that sticky honey.
It’s heaven! I do not get the opportunity to have it often, living in the little town I love. But when I do get to, like this morning in Pittsburgh, I think it is perfectly fine to have it for breakfast!
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