Well, this is it. The very last piece of the baklava we made two days ago.
The magic from the previous night’s Kinfolk dinner still hadn’t worn off when I woke up this morning. Not one bit.
I wolfed down some shiitake mushrooms, white beans, and couscous then trooped to my aunt’s house to ask her about the scrumptious crostinis she made last night. 336 more words