One of our colleagues came back from their break in Jordan with treats for us all.
And some people don’t properly appreciate immigrants from diverse backgrounds.
The bad thing is that now I’ll have to avoid the mailroom all day so that I’m not tempted.
What are they?
I recognize the baklava, I don’t know what the rest are.
I miss having a turkish grocery store within walking range – they had very similar stuff.
No way can I resist baklava.