I grew in a small rural community which was, well, not very culturally diverse.  So, when a few good citizens discovered Baklava at a restaurant in Grand Rapids, they had trouble pronouncing it.  But, not to be deterred by a little thing like pronunciation, the people of the community were all a buzz about this wonderful desert called “Baked Lava.”  Needless  to say, the culture horizons of the community were shaken.