When my daughter Kristin was home we baked a great many things. Of course there had to be the requisite Baklava for a little get-together. There was a tad left over and Kristin planned to send some to a friend stationed in Iraq. It was all ready to ship, but then the unthinkable happened. It was eaten!
Finally the culprit was caught and forced to bake up more Baklava based on the ancient family recipe… which was torture indeed. Soon it will be off to where it is supposed to be.