Baklava

I made baklava yesterday. It’s the first time I’ve made it in two years, maybe three. My mom and I always baked a batch at Christmas time to give to various friends and neighbors. I didn’t make any last year as mom had just died* recently and I had been gone part of December and I didn’t have the heart or the time for it.

As I was putting it together yesterday, I realized that this is the first time I’ve made it without my mom’s help/supervision. I was a bit rusty at it, but I believe it is edible. I do think I’m going to have to calibrate my oven temperature, though, as it seemed to take too long to bake.

Walnuts and pistachios are common in baklava, but mom and I always made ours with a half and half mixture of pecans and almonds. Also, all the sweetness comes from drizzling honey over the baklava rather than a sugar syrup.

It didn’t turn out perfectly, but the piece I ate was certainly enjoyable. I’m going to be comfortable handing it out to my neighbors, at least.

*Is “died” too harsh a word here? I always feel a bit odd using euphemisms like “passed away”.

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