I bought two. I ate one right away and saw flashes of the homeland before my face. The early mornings with my uncles eating knafe on beirut balconies. Bliss.

The second I ate on the roof of the downtown detroit casino. The security eventually escorted me out. I tried to get them to taste the knafe so they could understand my state of mind but they said their supervisor would write them up. We hugged and said our goodbyes. They told me to take care of the knafe…and I did.

Dr. E. San Luis Obispo, CA March 1, 2015