But, if on the off chance you're actually looking for your friendly, neighborhood baklava maker, then you've obviously arrived to the right place. Good on you. Only too bad on you that I'm primarily stranded with too many other major time commitments to make much baklava these days. Remember, though, that Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither is my baklava empire, on which, someday, the sun will never set.
For now I'm just getting my propaganda campaign fired up. I'm currently seeking a minister of propaganda in fact. I can't pay you in actual cash, but you can eat all the edge/broken pieces of baklava your tum tum can hold. Please submit resumes and cover letters to thebaklavist@gmail.com
For the record, baklava is the tasty honey soaked, phyllo, sugar, and nut conglomerate of deliciousness. See
proof of baklava's awesomeness below:
A balaclava, in contrast is also awesome, but is not a conglomerate of deliciousness. It will keep you nicely warm on the motorcycle you bought this year so you won't have to ride on the back of your baklava partner-in-crime's KLR anymore. See proof of a balaclava's awesomeness below:
http://www.outdoorresearch.com/en/womens/hats/ninjaclava.html
Also, apparently there's a Balaklava Bay in the Ukraine. I'll add it to places that I should wear a balaclava while eating baklava.
And Balaklava is a place in Australia, north of Adelaide!!! I feel like Colonel Cathcart when he thought Yossarians were multiplying like hobgoblins.
Yossarian!!!(?)!
Baklava!!!(?)!
For further information (or currently lack thereof), please continue seeing this obviously bad ass and/or rambling blog. It will turn into some kind of honey soaked awesome conglomerate soon. Promise.
Love,
The Baklavist (not my real name)
Stormy (my real name. Seriously)
