I sent my friend Marc some fudge in December because, er, well, frankly, he made it easy by just posting his address on one of the pictures of fudge I’d posted, and it amused me, so, fudge.

I just got the same container back in the mail, except now it was filled with Marc’s baklava.

Let me explain this to you: Marc’s baklava is to regular baklava what my fudge is to regular fudge. I got the package and was all like “Oh huh, mail from Marc, maybe he got something to say thanks for the fudge…?” and opened it and it was the container I’d sent and I was all OH. MY. GOD. IT’S BAKLAVA and tore open the container and OH MY GOD IT WAS BAKLAVA.

I was obliged to eat a piece *immediately* to make certain it hadn’t gone stale.

It hadn’t. OMG. *O*M*G*.

I’ll be doing a little dance of heaven now.


  1. Oh man did you get lucky! I freaking love homemade baklava. Store-bought is just not the same, and sometimes restaraunt made isn’t even. That Marc is a god among men!

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