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Food Porn

Tuesday, September 8th, 2009

Changing tactics from my liberal ranting of the past 48 hours (I’ve lost two friends on Facebook … can’t figure out which ones, though.  It’s entirely possible that it’s the notoriously unreliable friend counter, but I prefer to think I’ve annoyed people), I’ve decided to go the food porn route.

I had a dinner party on Sunday.*  At the request of my guests, it was the long-promised Greek dinner party (that is, a dinner party where Greek food is served, not … well, whatever your mind came up with).

And so, let’s do some food porn!

Here was the menu:

Mezze course:

feta cheese
Greek and California olives
Greek pepperoncini
pita crisps
bissara (Egyptian fava bean dip)
hummus
grape leaves
tzatziki

Main course:

Pastitsio
Spanakopita

Dessert:

Baklava

As usual for me, I tend to wayyy over plan dinner parties, so I decided to cut out the soup course (it would have been lentil soup) because, well, there was too much food as it was.

So.  Food porn.

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Thursday night I rolled the grape leaves.  The recipe that I used is from this book: Little Foods of the Mediterranean: 500 Fabulous Recipes for Antipasti, Tapas, Hors d’Oeuvres, Meze, and More.  I didn’t take any photos, you see, because it was a repetitive boring task, and the best way to deal with those is to drink while doing it.  Which means that I was a little … um, my hands were wet, and I didn’t want to hold the camera with wet slimy hands.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

Friday night, I soaked the fava beans and garbanzo beans for the various dips, and made the baklava.  (If you need to see how that worked, just check out my last 12 of 12).

Saturday morning it was time to make the bissara and hummus.

Bissara is an Egyptian fava bean dip.  Egyptians use fava beans — fuul in the local parlance — in the same way that the people of “Greater Syria” use the chick pea (also: garbanzo bean, in Arabic both the legume and the dip that’s made from it are called hummus).  You find hummus, and its eggplant-based cousin (known more popularly as baba gannouj, although in Greek it’s melitzanosalata) in Greek food.  Oddly, although fava beans are all over Greek food, bissara is not found on the Greek table.  It is, however, one of the few parts of Egyptian food that I like (I love Egypt, but Egyptian food is never … ever … going to be the next great thing on the world foodie scene).  The recipe came out of the above book.

I chose to make it anyway (food porn above).  It’s fava beans cooked onions, garlic, cilantro, dill, mint, parsley, pureed, and then cooked again with coriander, cumin, and cayenne.  It was a decent hit.

I also made the hummus on Saturday.  I’d never made it with dried beans before (instead of cans).  I kind of liked the way it turned out.  The recipe came from Anne-Marie Weiss Armush’s classic The Arabian Delights Cookbook: Mediterranean Cuisines from Mecca to Marrakesh.  It has attracted praise from actual Middle Eastern people, so I hold it in high esteem.

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Spanakopita.  Classic Greek mezze: spinach and various salty cheeses (feta, kefalotyri, and myzitra) in phyllo.  I made it Saturday evening.  This is my yia yia’s recipe, and it’s extremely variable — she wasn’t particularly the kind of cook who measured as she went.

And now, for the piece de resistance: Pastitsio.  It’s a sort of Greek lasagne.  Yia yia enjoyed the pastitsio, but she never made it, so I had to find another recipe to use (other than the one in the 1960s era cookbook I inherited, the one written before health care professionals started recommending against using lard and butter in copious amounts).

I used (and adapted) this recipe right here.  The taste is spot-on, however the white sauce that the recipe links to never actually set during the cooking process.  My guests didn’t notice, but I did.

Pastitsio (Greek Lasagne)

Here’s what you need:

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  • 1 1/2 pounds of tubular pasta (in this case, I used Pastitsio #2, acquired from the local Mediterranean market.  You can also use ziti or straight macaroni.  Do not use elbow macaroni.  I will come find you and beat you with a wooden spoon.)
  • 1 cup of olive oil
  • 2 cloves of garlic, finely minced
  • 1 1/4 cup of chopped onion
  • 1 pound lean ground beef
  • 1 pound ground lamb
  • 2 cans diced tomatoes, drained
  • 1 1/2 teaspoons of ground cinnamon
  • 6 whole cloves
  • salt
  • pepper
  • 1 1/2 cups of grated kefalotyri cheese
  • béchamel sauce with cheese or basic béchamel

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Sauté the onions until translucent in 2 tablespoons of olive oil in a large heavy-bottomed frying pan.

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Add meat.  Cook until lightly brown, stirring to break it up.

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Add the tomatoes, cinnamon, cloves, garlic, salt, and pepper and stir well to combine. Reduce heat and simmer until liquid has been absorbed, about 30-35 minutes. This is very important–the meat mixture should be as dry as possible without sticking to the bottom of the pan. Set meat mixture aside, uncovered, and allow to cool.

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Preheat oven to 350F. Lightly grease a baking or roasting pan approximately 11 X 14 X 3 inches high. The height of the pan is actually very important–the sauce has to go on thickly.  It turned out that I didn’t have a pan high enough and so … well, I had to throw half of the white sauce out (although it wasn’t a major loss).

Boil the pasta, drain, toss with olive oil to keep from sticking together.

Now, your Greek mother who has nothing else to do … or your gay Greek dude throwing a fabulous dinner party to impress his friends with his cooking ability (which, given his inability to dance, dress particularly well, fix up his single straight friends with his other single straight friends, and his complete intolerance for shopping excursions longer than 30 minutes in length is pretty much ALL HE HAS LEFT) … will line up half of the pasta in nice, neat rows, and sprinkle it with 1/2 cup of kefalotyri.

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Layer on the meat sauce.  Sprinkle with another 1/2 cup of the kefalotyri.  Line up the remaining pasta.

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Make the white sauce … just not the one attached to the about.com recipe.  Find a recipe for bechamel and make it.

Pour the bechamel on top — this is why you need the pan to be 3 inches tall.  You’ll wind up with 1/2 inch or so of sauce that will puff up as it cooks.

Bake for 30 minutes.  Then rotate the pan 180 degrees, sprinkle on the remaining 1/2 cup of cheese, and bake for 15-30 minutes more until the top is golden brown.

Pastitsio is served warm, not hot — you don’t want to serve it right out of the oven.

The final food porn: the set table:

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My Turkish mezze platter:

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Grape leaves and tzatziki.  I love garlic, but … well, I may have finally met my match on garlic.  10 cloves of garlic is a bit much for 17.5 ounces of Greek yogurt (also: 2 tablespoons of minced fresh dill and one cucumber, seeded, peeled, grated, and drained).

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And yes … there are leftovers.  And man … it was yummy :)

* OK, let’s get this out of the way: given my current record of promising and then delivering dinner parties, you need to have known me for at least eight years before you can expect to actually be invited to one.  So, no, you weren’t invited, and it’s not because I don’t like you.  It’s just because I haven’t known you for eight years yet.

12 of 12: July 2009 / ١٢ من ١٢: يوليو ٢٠٠٩

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

It’s time once again for 12 of 12!  This 12th of July, I’m in Cairo, capitol of the Arab Republic of Egypt.  I’ve been out of the US since June 29 — I was in Turkey for 10 days and flew down here on the 9th.  (For the record, and if you’re interested, there are photos from Turkey here).

I’ve been in Cairo many times — I studied here for a year in university — and it’s one of my favorite places in the world.  This is my first visit since 2006. I’m here on a combined business / vacation trip.  Although today is a business day (the work week in Egypt is Sunday through Thursday, since Friday is the communal day of prayer in Islam), I didn’t have any meetings scheduled, so it was kind of a fun day.

7:52 am: Skyping with Ray

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I’ve been waking up kind of early since I got here, and I caught Ray up late at home so we talked by Skype for a bit.  Mocha was in the picture for a bit, but she never quite looked at the camera.  Sorry, Mocha fans, there are no photos of her this month :(

10:00 am: Errands

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After pretending to go back to sleep for a bit, I finally wandered out around 10 o’clock to go pick up my laundry from the place down the street.  The laundry is in the same complex as the supermarket, so I stopped in to pick up some water and soda first, and then carried it all back to the hotel.  It was warm in Cairo today (102 F/41 C), and unusually humid.  This is, lamentably, still cooler than it is at home in Austin.  Tomorrow it’s going to be cooler – by Tuesday, it’ll be 91 (36).

1:56 pm: Christian Cairo

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I met up today with Tarek, our junior professor in modern Arabic literature, and we went down to the so-called Christian quarter.  It’s in the oldest part of the city, which actually predates the city of Cairo by 300 years.  A little-known fact: around 10 per cent of Egypt’s population is Christian, belonging to the native Coptic Church.  In an area of town called Mar Girgis, there are a number of churches and one of the few synagogues remaining in the country, all clumped together.

Tarek and I first hit the Coptic Museum (no photography allowed), and then wandered through the rest of the complex.  Although it’s a tourist draw, most of the people there were Egyptian, which was OK by us.

2:11 pm: St George’s Cemetery

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That’s Tarek taking a photo of the mausoleums in the Greek Orthodox cemetery behind St. George’s Church.  There are a bunch of mausoleums and family plots back there.  I was a bit surprised to find the tomb of someone with the same name as my grandfather — how many Neoklis Triantafillides’s could there have been in the Greek speaking world?

2:16 pm: Water from the Holy Well

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Although it’s not spelled out in the Gospels, the Egyptians have an entire itinerary set out for exactly where the Holy Family (Mary, Joseph, and the infant Jesus) traveled during their flight into Egypt.  In the cemetery is a crypt built over a cave where the Holy Family is said to have sheltered and drawn water from the well above.  As Mary (as Meryem) and Jesus (as ‘Issa) are both revered as prophets in Islam as well as Christianity, you can see adherents of both faiths making pilgrimages at these shrines.

2:51 pm: … you crazy, adorable fool

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The oldest known synagogue in Egypt still in existence, the Ben Ezra Synagogue, is in Mar Girgis as well, although, once again, no photography allowed.  Tarek and I got the royal tour, and were shown to the ‘Ayn Musa, the spring of Moses, located behind the synagogue.  This is said to be the spring where Pharaoh’s daughter drew the baby Moses from the Nile (the synagogue is said to be on the place where Moses pleaded with God to stop the plagues inflicted on Egypt).

3:12 pm: Off to Lunch

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OK, by this point in the day it was really hot in the sun and time for lunch.  Tarek and I had made plans to meet up with some students who are here for the summer, so we set back off for the area where I’m staying and several of the students live.

I am routinely asked by people if I feel unsafe traveling to Egypt as often as I do.  The answer is no – I have been coming to Egypt for 15 years, and I’ve never hidden the fact that I’m American, nor that I’m Christian (I don’t mention the part about being gay, however — that’s one barrier I’m not willing to cross here).  I’ve never been greeted with anything but kindness by people here.

The one place I do feel unsafe is on the road, however.  Egyptian taxis are built like tanks, but it doesn’t stop me from flinching often when riding in them.  Cairo is horrifically congested (by most unofficial estimates there are 20 million people in the Cairo/Giza/Shubra el Khayma metropolitan area) and it can take ages to get anywhere.  The Metro, wisely, is more for local use than tourists (it’s also not air conditioned), so we decided to cab it.

3:44 pm: Decisions, Decisions

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We met up for lunch at Abu Sid, a local upscale Egyptian restaurant.  You can get just about everything they serve on the street, but without the nasty side effects afterwards :)

5:38 pm: Towel Art

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Back on my own, I headed back to the hotel — a small, unassuming place run by a lady who governs with an iron fist.  I had forgotten that I’d hung my socks on the towel rack to dry after handwashing them in the sink this morning.  Hence, the guy who cleans the rooms at the hotel got a little creative with towel placement and left me a duck!

8:05 pm: Sunset

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In my food coma haze, I checked e-mail quickly and read while half watching episodes of the less successful Law and Order franchises (Trial by Jury; Trial by Fire; and Parks and Recreational Petty Crimes Division).  I lose track of the time until I hear the call to prayer wafting in through the window, meaning that it’s sunset.

8:45 pm: Evening Traffic in Zamalek

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I wander out, mostly from sheer boredom, and it’s traffic as usual in Zamalek on a weeknight.  Cars and pedestrians going every which way.

10:06 pm: Dessert before dinner

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One of the students calls to see what I’m up to and invite me to tag along to dinner (they eat late here).  I’m not that hungry, but first we stop in at a local bakery/sweet shop that I’ve frequented since my student days.  They churn out really nice baked goods–baklava, basboussa, kinaffeh–and ice cream as well.

For the record, we didn’t actually eat this stuff until after dinner (the shop was on the way to where we were going).  That would have been totally crazy … *innocent look*

And that was my 12.  How was yours?

Lifestyles of the Straight and Hopeless

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

I realize that I neglected, in my not-terribly-triumphant announcement that I am returning to blogging more frequently, that I neglected to provide any details about Saturday evening.

Every so often, when I’m out in public, I observe the mating habits of that most intriguing of creatures, homo sapiensis heterosexualis, and I wonder–sometimes to myself, sometimes aloud–how it is that our species has managed to propagate itself as long as it has, given that, well, straight boys are just completely inept. Honestly. The survival of mankind as we know it depends on this??

I should preface this by acknowledging that Ray made what is not an entirely inaccurate observation about me. When I’m out in public, and I see someone who looks young, I tend to comment that they’re “twelve!” Ray gently pointed out that it’s not that they’re getting younger, it’s that I’m getting older. I prefer to think that it’s both, but whatever.

We started Valentine’s Day evening at a local wine bar, Cork and Company, where we had a couple of glasses of wine and some cheese. It was here that I had my first great revelation of the evening: I don’t know anywhere near enough lesbians. I like lesbians. In fact, it’s entirely possible that I enjoy the company of lesbians more than I enjoy the company of many gay men. We were seated at the bar (stupid me: it hadn’t occurred to me to make reservations at the bar that I planned to go to before dinner–this is why I hate Valentine’s Day!) next to a pair of lesbians. I don’t know if they were a couple or not, but they were a hoot to watch. They kept the alcohol coming, and they were no-nonsense, and god help the meandering soul who got a little too close to their space. They even managed to get the bartender to watch their seats for them while they went outside to smoke (Austin’s starting to make California look pro-tobacco).

On the other side of us was a young straight couple (me: “He’s twelve!” Ray: “He’s got three wine glasses in front of him. He’s clearly over 21.” Me: “He can’t possibly be shaving.” Ray: “You do know that he’s two feet away from you and can probably hear every word you’re saying, right?”). In all honesty, these were straight people who were significantly less inept than the others I observed later. She had on a nice dress; he was wearing a suit, and they seemed to be engaging each other in some conversation that prevented him from hearing (or at least acknowledging) the bitterly aging queen sitting next to them.

Then we strolled off to dinner. I had managed to secure late reservations at a Mediterranean restaurant called Taverna. They have a sister branch in Dallas that I’m convinced that I’ve been to, which is more Greek in style. The one in Austin is decidedly Italian. I kind of want to try the one in Houston just to see if it’s Lebanese.

Anyway, Taverna isn’t the cheapest place in town — it’s midrange, and I knew it because when I was spending a lot of Fulbright’s money last summer, I took a group of twenty there for dinner and earned a few frequent flier miles for it. I recalled that we enjoyed the food, and I thought it might be a nice place on Valentine’s Day.

Dirty business first: Ray had the veal parmagiana, I had butternut squash risotto with sea scallops. They were both good. Moving on.

There was another (presumably) gay couple sitting next to us. We decided that we were cuter than they were, and so that was that.

At my eleven o’clock, there was a young Latino couple. (Me: “They’re twelve!” Ray: “They’re not twelve. They have drinks.” Me: “They’re drinking soda.”) He was in a shirt and tie (no jacket), and a pair of loafers that had seen better days. He was slouched so far down in his seat that it was a wonder that he didn’t have to put his plate in his lap in order to eat. She was dolled up in a cute dress. I don’t know what the story was, but I tend to form judgments when, for example, it’s Valentine’s Day and the waiter hands the check to the woman and she pays. That’s just not right.

About halfway through the meal, another couple came in and sat at my nine o’clock. She was wearing a gray dress and had clearly spent hours getting ready. He clearly had not. He was wearing an untucked shirt over a paid of jeans and black athletic shoes. If I were her, I’d have left his sorry ass standing at the door. He spent the whole meal leering at her as if he was just going through the motions so that he could get to the part later where they have sex. Assuming that she didn’t dump him after dinner.

Which, of course, leads to the other thing I find weird about Valentine’s Day. You’re supposed to get dressed up, go out, eat a lot, have dessert, and drinks, and then … who still feels sexy after that? I felt kind of bloated.

But still. Every time I’m out in a formal setting, I tend to look at the straight couples of whom society approves, and I wonder … “How in the name of God have we not died out yet?” Because sometimes … it just doesn’t make that much sense.

Goodbye to all that

Tuesday, December 9th, 2008

No, it’s not another funeral post. I have, however, held off for posting for a few days — I’ve been waiting for inspiration on a topic that didn’t strike me as completely inappropriate considering the number of people who’ve arrived here looking for BJ’s obituary.

I commented in my therapy session yesterday that I’ve been in a pretty decent mood lately. I’ve been productive and energetic at work, and the doom and gloom of the past few months seems to have lifted. I won’t go into the details here, as there are some things that don’t need to be out in public, but the past few months have been very difficult, both personally and professionally. I don’t want to jinx it by saying, “Phew! It’s over!” so instead I’ll say, “Phew! I seem to be moving past it!”

I’m really happy that I’m finally energized at work again. I’ve been in the doldrums for a while, feeling completely uninspired and listless. Natalie and I have finally come to terms with the fact that our project that’s been on life support just needs to be cryofrozen and revived after the summer. Maybe next year will look better — either way, this is a shit-tacular time to be trying to raise money for educator training. Perhaps if we were, say, applying to the Dublin municipal council for a grant of €350,000 for faerie lights to hang all over the place we’d have better luck. Who knows?

I’ve been busy putting together little projects for myself: an art exhibition here (we only need $18,000 for that one, and for some bizarre reason when you’re doing stuff with art it’s rather easy to raise money), and a program in Turkey there.

Yes, it looks like I might get myself to Turkey this summer, which raises the question: should I take some extra time afterwards to jet down to Cairo? I haven’t been in three years. I need my fix. I need to spend a day getting lost in the old city, eat my fill of kushari, and purchase my weight in paper products at the Diwan bookstore. Oh, I guess I could stop by and see Mike and Cindy, too. If there’s time between the kushari and the mosque hopping. With me that’s a big if.

The other question, of course, is whether or not I should instead go to Greece for the very long overdue visit to my extended family, whom I haven’t seen since 1996. Even as I’m thinking about what to type next I’m already coming up with reasons not to do it: by July, the weather in Cairo is nicer than it is in Athens; I have more personal freedom in Egypt on my own than I do under the watchful eye of my second and third cousins in Greece; etc.

I wonder if this could all be related to the fact that, unlike in 1996, I actually speak passable Greek now (with a decidedly Cypriot accent), and am trying to avoid the questions that can now be put to me directly rather than through my cousin Nick’s poor English (yes, I have several cousins named Nick … including a female cousin, Nicoletta. We’re Greek. Stereotypes exist for a reason.). Questions such as: “When are you getting married?” (and the numerous permutations thereof that every gay boy dreads when they know that coming out of the closet isn’t really an option) and “How come you went to Cyprus for two weeks and Turkey for a month and Egypt four times in the past decade and haven’t called once?”

Gee, does anyone else sense a preference for Egypt? Ugh.

Anyway. I guess where I’m going is that this week I’m actually feeling pretty upbeat and I know enough to enjoy it for once. Maybe it’ll catch on. I’m sending out the feelin’ good vibes to my cyberpals who need it, like Shin and Matt. And for once without hokey Christmas puns! Go me!

And maybe my new laptop will be waiting for me when I get home :grin: . Hee.

Yia-Yia Koula’s Baklava

Tuesday, June 17th, 2008

Jeez, I’ve gotten no less than three requests for my grandmother’s baklava recipe, so I’ll let you have it for two fifty. (bwa ha).

No, seriously — here it is. Caveat Baker.

Yia-Yia Koula’s Baklava

4 cups nuts (walnuts and pistachios are the most common, slivered almonds can be mixed in with either), shelled and chopped
1 1/4 cup white granulated sugar
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 cup water
1 package pre-made phyllo sheets – defrosted.
2 stick margarine OR 1 stick margarine and butter-flavored cooking spray
cloves
1 lemon
rose water or cinnamon stick (whichever you like more)

1. Preheat oven to 425 degrees F.

2. Place the stick of margarine in a bowl, and microwave until melted.

3. Mix the nuts, brown sugar, and cinnamon in a bowl.  Add the melted margarine and stir until blended.

4. Open the phyllo.  If you’ve never worked with phyllo before, the trick is that you shouldn’t let it dry out, which it does very quickly.  The standard “trick” is to lay all of the sheets out flat and cover them with a kitchen towel while you work with the sheets in the pan.

5. With cooking spray or the other stick of melted butter/margarine, coat the bottom of a 9×12 pan.  Take one sheet of phyllo and place it in the bottom of the pan as neatly as possible (try to avoid wrinkles or bubbles).  Spray or brush the top of the sheet.  Place another sheet of phyllo on top, and spray or brush.  Repeat this process until you have 10 sheets of phyllo in the pan.

6. Trim the phyllo down to fit the bottom of the pan.  I use a pizza cutter – a sharp knife works nicely too.

7. Spread half of the nut-sugar-cinnamon mixture evenly over the phyllo, all the way to the edges.

8. Layer three more sheets of phyllo, brushing or spraying each one individually.

9. Spread the other half of the nut-cinnamon-sugar mixture evenly on top.

10. Layer the remaining phyllo on top, brushing or spraying each one individually.

11. Score the top strata of phyllo (through to the nut mixture) to create pieces about 1 1/2 inches square.  Pierce each piece in the center with a clove.

12. Place the pan in the oven (uncovered) for 15 minutes.

13.  Turn the pan 180 degrees, lower temperature to 350, and bake for another 15 minutes or until golden brown.

14. In a saucepan, combine the 1 1/4 cups sugar, 1/2 cup water, juice of 1 lemon and a dash of rose water or the cinnamon stick over medium-high heat.  (Careful, a little rose water goes a really long way.)  Stir until all of the sugar is dissolved.  Bring the mixture to a boil, reduce heat to low and simmer for 15 minutes or until the syrup has thickened a bit.  Remove the syrup from heat and cool completely.

16. When finished, remove the baklava from the oven and cool.

17. When the syrup is completely cool, slowly drizzle/pour over the baklava evenly.  Cover with foil and refrigerate overnight or for several hours.

18. Serve with ouzo.  Opa!

 

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