Baklava Bars

I'm back! After an almost three week hiatus, I'm back in the kitchen. I'm hoping to get on a more normal schedule here, hopefully posting on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I'm also planning to venture into the world of cooking as well as baking. Afterall, a girl can't live on sugar alone (though I would try if it wouldn't require me to buy bigger pants on a weekly basis).

I've always had a love for Greek food. Five years ago (wow, that seems so long ago) I had the opportunity to study abroad in Athens, Greece. It was an eye opening experience for more than one reason. First, I was introduced to a culture entirely different from my own. The language, the food, the history - all of it was completely foreign to me. I was immersed in an urban setting for the first time in my life. I was introduced to public transportation, daily riots in front of the parliament buildings and anti-American sentiment. The trip as a whole gave me a broader understanding of the world around me and taught me to respect cultures different from my own.

Rosemary Cream Cheese Ice Cream

Over the weekend, I had the chance to visit my friend Maggie (you may remember her from her recent guest post) and her husband Preston in Lambertville, NJ. Lambertville is a quaint little artsy town right across the river from another equally quaint and artsy town, New Hope, PA. Having already dined at most of the restaurants in Lambertville and New Hope, Maggie and Preston suggested we try a place called Honey in Doylestown, PA for dinner on Friday night. A restaurant serving "inspired American" small plates, Honey was a unique dining experience. I'll post a full review in the next couple of days but for now, I must tell you about our favorite part of the meal.

After devouring six small plates and one cocktail each, we opted for only two desserts (though I'm sure we could have easily handled a third). The seasonal dessert special was a fried apple pie served with ice cream.

Not just any ice cream... Rosemary Cream Cheese Ice Cream. After one bite each, the three of us sat in awe. "That's definitely rosemary," we said. After a second bite, we again, sat there... stunned. Finally the server came over to ask how the dessert was as we picked our jaws up off the floor. Surely the server had seen these looks before. Not wanting to expose the fact that we'd never tasted such a gourmet ice cream flavor (because let's face it, Chunky Monkey isn't chic), we quickly told the server how fantastic it was.