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The first time I tried baklava, I was about 8 years old. There was a girl in school whose family was from Syria, and her mother made baklava to share with our class. It was so unusual, sweet, and delicious. It was probably the most exotic thing many of us had ever tasted, growing up in a small town in Wisconsin!

Here is a photo of some beautiful baklava from Ankara, Turkey. Look at the delicate layers of phyllo, the sweet chopped nut layer in the middle, and the subtle shine on the flaky, brown top layer of pastry. Buttery, syrupy, nutty… Doesn’t it make you want to take a fork and sneak a bite off of the point of the diamond?

Thank you to Kultigin for sharing his photo with us!