Greetings from Florida!
The weather is grubby, the condo is amaze-balls, and the adventures are just beginning over yonder in the Sunshine State. I’m sitting here in this spacious dining room with two suitcases’ worth of kitchenware sprawled over the counters, yet instead of thinking about the World Championships, all I can dream about are Disney World, Harry Potter, and endless days of buffets. Don’t worry, though! I’ve been practicing loads–not with baklava, mind you, which takes over an hour to prepare (though it’s much easier to make than you would think), but with a few special dishes that I’m excited to prepare for an actual panel of judges on Thursday. The two sort-of-secret recipes have gone through four rounds of revisions over the past few weeks (with my own friends, as well as the entire astronomy department–thank you, Anson and everybody!), so we’re keeping our fingers crossed–but all in all I’m here to have a good time, and that’s that. Wish me luck!
In related news, I love traveling on my own. I love the feeling of connecting with random (non-creepy) strangers who just want to chat in unobtrusive ways with you. On the first leg of my flight to Houston, I ended up seated next to a guy from Birmingham who was on his way home after a 4-month stint in LA with his firm. The next three hours flew by in a blur of increasing laughter and genuine interest, as well as a corresponding decrease in inhibition. We chatted about our families and sibs; stereotypes about Californians and Southerners, respectively; our work and school; our life goals (we’re both the same age); our travels and dreams for traveling even more. By the time our plane was about to descend, we had even had the one conversation that (to me) is a marker of a real connection: our least favorite imaginable death scenario.
Sidebar: For the record, mine is being thrown into a pit of flesh-eating insects. His was being buried alive–a solid choice, much better than the usual “drowning” response–though after sharing, we agreed that being buried alive in a pit of said insects would probably be the worst case scenario.
Gotta love teamwork! Gotta love random conversations, too.
I’m a bit short on energy and time here these days, so I’ll keep this post short & sweet–but if you’re dreaming about making your own baklava, this really is the recipe for you. It’s much less of a fancy shmancy deal than I anticipated–as long as you keep your phyllo dough covered so that it doesn’t dry it, you really shouldn’t have an issue with making this lovely dessert.
I should know–food competitor or not, trust me: if I can make baklava, so can you!
Don’t miss the instructions below!
This classic Greek dessert looks SO fancy, but it's so easy and fail-proof to make! Bring it to a potluck and impress your friends & family. All it takes is some phyllo dough, a simple honey syrup, and a bit of patience.
Fail-Proof Baklava (if I can bake it, so can you)
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Really like baklava (who doesn’t?), but it’s one of those things that after a piece (OK, who am I kidding? 2 or 3 pieces!), I’m done with it. So I’ve never made it. Probably should some day. Have fun in Florida!
I am SO IMPRESSED! You are making me think I could actually, actually make this – and it is one of my all time faves that I don’t get too often. Oh, the possibilities!!!
We had a massive Greek wedding on the weekend, they made the most gorgeous baklava that made me think I just wouldn’t be able to make it. But I see your recipe and think…. I am going in, I am gonna make me some fail proof baklava. 🙂 Thanks love. Hope you are having a super week. Hugs from Australia. 🙂
That’s SO cool–ahhhhh congrats to your friend/family member on their wedding!!! You should totally make this hahaha it’s not gorgeous, but it’s GOOD. Have a wonderful week, lady!!