Kushajim, the 10th-century polymath, poet, and master chef, once described a certain snack in verse: I have for friends when hunger strikes, qata’if, like piles of books stacked.They resemble honeycombs—with holes and white—when closely seen.Swimming in almond oil, disgorged after they had their fill of it.With glistening bubbles, back and forth, rose water sways.Rolled and aligned like purest of arrows, their sight the smitten-hearted rejoice.More delicious than they are is seeing them plundered, for man’s joy lies in what is most hankered. (Translated by Nawal Nasrallah) Qata’if are sweet fritters…
