Whit gave me the grand tour around the table. “The pastries are called feteer, and it’s delicious slathered in honey. But you can pair it with eggs and salty white cheese.” He pointed to a bowl that held round-shaped food, packed tightly into medium-sized balls. “These are called falafels, my personal favorite. Made of fava beans, and quite savory. Have you tried feta cheese? It’s also delicious with honey.” He paused, throwing me a rueful look. “If you’re thinking that I adore honey, you’d be correct.
