a balkan vice

Succumbed and nibbled at a 4*2*2 inch heavenly soft yet crunchy, nutty, sweet, and a drop of heaven rich piece of balkava [typo intended as I am supposed to balk at what its made of!] that the hunky new Turkish dude placed strategically next to the horrid watered down coffee in the kitchen.

somebody kill me now.

🙁

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27 replies on “a balkan vice”
  1. says: rads

    Giri – no, this is a million times dangerous than paalkova 🙁

    Madsies – right, You don’t talk about that now.

    ok – Yeah, fatty insides too.

  2. says: Parul

    Hello – got directed here from your (erstwhile) Blogger id.

    Our struggles with the softest desserts are our hardest, aren’t they?

    Nice meeting you here!

  3. says: rads

    Terri – I was scared to ask. A goodlooking, well-dressed, intelligent, softspoken Turkish dude who also cooks is a bit hard to take ;-|

    Parul – Nice of you to follow me 🙂 Thanks, same here!

  4. The best Baklava, I have eaten so far is in a quaint little Turkish place in downtown Boston. A small place, caters mostly to the Mediterranean people. That has been the best so far.

  5. says: rads

    Pilgrim – It’s always these quaint little tucked away from the bustle places that dish the best.
    Re title, think wordplay and give that logical reasoning mind a break. Balk, Balkan, Baklava :p

  6. says: Archana

    Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we may diet :-)! Adhaan saaptaachu, aporam en guilt onnu vera. Though I do wish feeling guilty after eating delicious stuff would act as negative calories :-D!

  7. says: rads

    Mav – lol, but of course!

    Archana – Enna, ippidi titraay? ;-O
    Yes, I know where I am going to be at lunch hour today 🙁

    SK – Thanks for rubbing it in 😛

    Dushti – you should. It’s full of sin girl, nothing but sin! :p

    Giri – I really don’t know, but am pretty sure we do, nowadays I know/hear we get everything in India.

  8. Ironic that the coffee was watered down, considering that Turkish coffee is almost solid. Mustafa must have been wincing when he put that baklava next to it.

    BPSK

  9. says: Nandita

    I had to read it 4 times before I figured out whether you were bighting into the baklava or the hunky turkish dude…
    I think..i think I got it now.
    You office does sound deary 😉

  10. says: rads

    Nandita – I like the way your mind spins yarns :p
    Yes, God has finally listened to our prayers! 😀

    BPSK – THANK YOU for picking up on that! 🙂

  11. I don’t understand, why does god hear your prayers and not mine. You get a hunk and no babes for me!

    I was hoping, “God ke ghar me der hai andher nahin” lekin “yeh to bahut nainsaafi hai”

  12. says: rads

    Lakshmi – Will get you a pack when I come down. Recipe? Hmm.. let me check with the turk, I believe he’s married *humpff*

    Pratap – Nice seeing you back, in whatever form :p

    Pilgrim – I believe God doesn’t care for pilgrimages, prayers disguised as matter-of-fact ‘conversations’ help imho :p

  13. says: Archana

    That was not thittifying 🙁 – I meant you enjoyed yourself, so why spoil it with guilt. BTW, I was thinking more along of the lines of merely feeling guilty and losing weight – not actually doing something :-P.

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