On our morning jog, two guys in a car stopped and offered me a Zaatar pie. I said I could take a small piece, but they insisted I take the whole pie and showed me another pie they said was for them. I graciously accepted, and Houdini and I decided to have a picnic right there by the road.
It turns out I'm not the only one who loves zaatar pies
Ummm...excuse me....are you going to finish that?
Picnics are for sharing
Ok, why not. After all, what's a picnic without someone to share your food?