I have the fotunate/unfortunate experience of growing up eating home-made baklava. I grew up going to an Eastern Orthodox church and most of the congregation was either immigrants or descendants of immigrants (including myself, great-grandmother was from Syria, along with some of my grandmother's siblings. My grandmother happened to be born in the US).

I used to find most of it disappointing at best. My tastes have loosened up quite a bit since then because not only did I give up church, but I'm far removed from the area now.