Making Baklava

[bertine]

On the phone at the grocery store:
Me: Mom, how many ounces in a pound?
Mom: Are you buying gold? If you are it is 12 to a troy pound.
Me: I am buying nuts.
Mom: Oh, then it is 16.

Leaving my parents after I grabbed a cinnamon stick:
Dad: What is baklava?
Me: It is nuts with spices in a pastry dough covered in syrup.
Dad: Could you make me some without the nuts?


I have never made baklava before. I think I put too much butter between the layers because I didn't have a pastry brush. Plus the nuts are pretty big. Oh well, it looks like it will be good regardless.

Comments

[avecvu.livejournal.com]

I don't know where I get my sense of humor. I don't remember my mom being very funny, and the rest of my family certainly isn't. I think I was exposed to radioactive material as a child.

[bertine.livejournal.com]

That is possible. I am so much like my parents it is a little sad. The only big difference is that I have more ambition and willingness to "play the game" in the corporate world.

[avecvu.livejournal.com]

I could have lots of my father's personality traits, but I hope not.