I ventured into a bakery this morning. Ever since the Jan Term I took to Greece and Turkey I’ve been dying to try some baked goods.
Back Story: I went on a photography Jan Term to Greece and Turkey during January of 2011. My assigned roommate, Emma, and I got along fabulously. On our first night in Greece, we decided to explore the small town we were staying in, and we wandered along the waterfront snapping photos. Heading back to our hotel, we were on the outlook for baklava. Hunting around corners and sneaking by storefront shadows we snapped night photos, all the while on the outlook for a bakery. As we approached the street that held our hotel, I suggested looping around one more block, and low and behold, we found a bakery. It was a tiny store stuck just around the corner from the hotel. We slid inside, glancing left and right in the miniscule shop bursting with breads and treats. I called out “Calispera,” (Note: this is the phonetic version, no idea how it’s actually written), and from a backroom a woman appeared. Her Greek went right past us and out the door, and we babbled in English at her. Luckily, she knew a fair amount of English and we inquired after the elusive baklava. She indicated, no, she didn’t have it, but suggested another store to try. Off we trotted, following her directions, but there was to be no baklava that night. Shrugging at the unsuccessful quest, we returned to the small bakery to acquire some treats from the kind lady. In the hotel, as we devoured the sweets, we came to the conclusion that a second trip was in order. In the morning, before the bus departed, we returned to the bakery with more friends in tow, to stock up for the bus ride. The wonderful woman threw in a few free doughnut-like treats for us to share. We thanked the woman, and so began our quest to explore the baked goods of Greece and Turkey.
While Emma is not here with me in Hungary, I am continuing our pursuit, and bought two skinny breads (which we’ll try with soup tonight) and a pastry that appeared to be lemon. At home, BreAnna and I split the pastry, discovering that it was not lemon at all. Instead, we concluded, it was likely a sweet egg filling. There wasn’t a strong nor overly sweet taste, but we both enjoyed the pastry very much. So continues my quest for Baked Goods.