On a run to the farmer’s market with my favorite foodie friend (yes, I’ve mentioned him before and will from now on refer to him as my F3 because saying FFF is too hard to say quickly), I asked him to request something for me to bring to his state capital abode when I visit him on the weekend.
I received many a suggestion from him and his house mates, wavering on vague (marzipan) and interesting (more middle eastern desserts).