Kazan — summer 2014

For breakfast today I had a Bulgarian pastry called баница. Imagine layers of unbelievably fresh phyllo dough interspersed with savory cheese filling, baked in a triangle the size of a dinner plate, and pulled fresh out of the oven. I'm not a big phyllo fan, but this was freshness at its best. It freakin’ melted in my mouth. (Yes, basically it is the same thing as tiropita.)