Origin Story
The name came first.
Pistachio Baklava: You walk into Yia Yia’s house and immediately hear, “You look skinny, did you eat?” Before you can answer, she’s already handing you a piece of baklava. Then another. Then one “for the road.” The kitchen smells like warm honey, toasted nuts, buttery pastry, and cinnamon drifting through the air. You try to say you’re full, but Yia Yia waves you off - she’s not having it, and now she’s offended. She blames how skinny you are - “Eat! You need to eat!” Next thing you know, you walked into her house… and now you’re getting rolled out. You always leave wanting to get your hands on that recipe that has been passed from generation to generation - so that someday, you too can say the same thing to your grandchildren.
“Dripping in honey, built to indulge, and impossible to forget. Just like how she used to made it.”
