Baklava

Sep. 7th, 2003 08:07 am
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It was the best of times, it was the worst of baklava.

Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your baklava.

Call me baklava.

In the beginning, God created baklava. And then He used ground nuts, and separated the upper phyllo and the lower phyllo, and it was good.

There was once, in the coutnry of Alifbay, a sad city, the saddest of cities, a city so ruinously sad that it had forgotten its baklava.

"Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the baklava.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of baklava.

Date: 2003-09-07 05:16 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] cnoocy
Happy baklava is all alike; every unhappy baklava is unhappy in its own way.

Date: 2003-09-07 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magid.livejournal.com
When that Aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
And smale foweles maken melodye,
That sleepn all the nyght with open eye -
So priketh hem nature in hir corages -
Thanne longen folk to goon on pilgrimages,
And palmere for to seeken straunge baklava.

Date: 2003-09-07 06:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hauntmeister.livejournal.com
If baklava be the food of love, eat on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.

Humm, wait. That doesn't end quite right....

Date: 2003-09-07 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magid.livejournal.com
Depends on the eater...

Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night
Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight:
And Lo! the Hunter of the East has caught
The Sultan's Turret in a Noose of Baklava.

Date: 2003-09-07 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] autographedcat.livejournal.com
It was starting to end, after what seemed like most of a bakalva to me.

A great baklava is nothing more than a portrait of itself, and yet when all is said and done, it's arsenals of scenes and images are part of a deeply moving plan.

"Are we all now present?" the Master enquired, squinting over the top of his gold-rimmed baklava.

By day, the Nicollet Mall winds through Minneapolis like a paved baklava.

She had been running for four days now, a harum-scarum tumbling flight through passages and baklava.

Years ago, when you were a kid and I was a baklava, something changed in America.

"You can always find baklava stranger than you are in Athens," Jay Madison's girlfriend had told him.

First came the routine request for a Breach of Privacy baklava. A police officer took down the details and forwarded the request to a clerk, who saw that the baklava reached the appropriate civic judge.

When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the baklava.

The year Janet started at Blackstock College, the Office of Residential Life had spent the summer removing from all dormitories the old wooden bookcases that, once filled with baklava, fell over unless wedged.

Date: 2003-09-07 02:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magid.livejournal.com
Ack! The only one I know is When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the baklava. Must start reading more...

If someone had invited them to a festival -
of Bacchos, say; or to Pan's shrine, or to Aphrodite's
over at Kolias-, you couldn't get through the streets
what with the drums and the dancing. But now,
not a baklava in sight!

The Baklava with lack of tact
now called attention to the fact,
Which made it feel to Edmund Gravel
He was already to unravel.

The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy baklava lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive.

The Old Grey Donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a thistly corner of the forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about baklava.

Date: 2003-09-07 09:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dancingdeer.livejournal.com
In October
I'll be host
to witches, goblins
and a ghost.
I'll serve them
baklava
on toast.
Whoopy once
whoopy twice
whoopy baklava
with spice.

Date: 2003-09-07 02:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magid.livejournal.com
Mmmm... baklava on toast. Perhaps eaten with a runcible spoon?

In January
it's so nice
while slipping
on the sliding ice
to eat hot baklava
with spice.
Eating once
eating twice
eating baklava
with spice.

Date: 2003-09-07 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] hrafn.livejournal.com
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me a baklava in a pear tree. (I'd rather just have had the baklava!)

Date: 2003-09-07 08:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] magid.livejournal.com
Honeyed pears...

Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every present!
Pop guns! And bicycles! Roller skates! Drums!
Baklava! Tricycles! Popcorn! And plums!

I'm dreaming of a white Baklava, just like the ones I used to know.
(albino baklava!)

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