Baklava

I first ate baklava 25 years ago in Istanbul. I tried half a dozen different varieties at one stall – different nuts, syrups and flavourings – and I’m glad I did, as it gave me the energy to outrun a group of men who inexplicably started chasing me through the streets. I had long hair then: perhaps they thought I was Mick Hucknall and were upset at the direction that his album had taken. It didn’t put me off baklava though, nor experimenting with different varieties – try it with pistachios