I discovered baklava in a chaotic, sun soaked market in Jerusalem. All around me, vendors shouted, loudly hawking their wares, and people selected their goods quickly, haggling briefly and hurriedly…
It’s cherry season, it’s cherry season! The sweet maroon orbs are flooding the stores, and I couldn’t be happier. They are, however, somewhat pricy; we’ve been eating them judiciously, smashed…