When I was in Damascus, my hosts took me to Al Wesam, a famous Syrian sweet shop in Damascus. It was a big deal to them for me to experience authentic Syrian delicacies.
The big round platter is called “Kneffe,” which is basically melted cheese, a crisp crust of tiny pasta balls, topped with Rosewater syrup.
The other treat pictured, I think it is pronounced maumoun (I’m gonna get chewed out by a Syrian friend for getting this wrong!), is this delicious milky creamy filling between sort of a browned shredded-wheat topping sprinkled with pistachios.
As you can guess, Syrians don’t mess around when it comes to making delicious things.
It’s part of their culture. Part of who they are.
A couple days ago I posted these pics on Facebook, and a Syrian friend joked about how “cruel” I was in reminding her of home. For so many Syrians, having to leave their homeland has been a deeply painful loss.
As we talked about her loss, she simply said:
“We are the best… one of the bests out there! my poor people do not deserve this… nobody deserves a war!!! Would you tell your people about that?”