|Baklava: The Easy Way|
I dug out my old iBook with the bootlegged copy (not my work) of Windows 97 to work on my writing, but unfortunately, the browser is so out of date that I can't access my email. For that, I employ my Kindle, and to conduct general business, Mr. B will graciously let me slip into his chair to use his computer--provided that I leave things the way I found them, a simple task that often eludes me.
And for the first time, I had to send an FYI to an new editor who I am working with alerting him of my dilemma and yes, it rang heavily of the old "the dog ate my paper."A weak and suspicious excuse to be sure, but worse, it fell into the category of being pedestrian. So, later in the afternoon when I managed to finish my work in spite of all the glitches, I submitted it with a more creative note:
The computer glitch would be comical, if it weren’t my second one to go in a few short months. I’ve also worn out a blender, a mixer, a toaster, a coffee maker and the oven. The household appliances and small kitchen electrics are calling me “The Angel of Death” and even the lamps are whispering unkind things behind my back.”
Feeling slightly better for providing a more interesting explanation, it was time to reward Mr. B for playing musical desks with me. For months now, he's been telling me how much he's been craving baklava, although I haven't a clue what brought about his hankering since I haven't made baklava in over a decade and honestly, that was a fiasco. I struggled to work fast enough to keep the filo dough from drying out, I made a mess of the syrup and in the end, we needed a jack hammer to get it out of the pan.
Riding on the fumes of victory and in spite of the broken oven, I decided to see if I couldn't take my success to a new level. I was set on making baklava for Mr. B and since I still had an amicable relationship with the toaster oven, I decided to push forward.
Instead of looking for a recipe, I read recipe reviews and cobbled together my own after reading where others went wrong. Surprisingly, baklava is quite easy and what I managed to make in my toaster oven could easily rival the best Greek bakeries and left both Mr. B and I stunned. Thus, while it's been a week requiring me to think on my feet, adapt to the unexpected and push myself to use my creativity--and ingenuity--the results couldn't have been better. The moral of the story: never let obstacles prevent you from succeeding, even when you're coming from a broken home!