This burek is usually baked at Christmas dinner and is the kind of food that lingers in your mind for the rest of your life after you eat it, but you can never get the courage to make it yourself because you think that its magic will go away after you do. I had this burek when I was in boarding school and my friend’s mother used to bring it every time she came to visit from Tropoja. I also remember eating this burek in Pukë, a city in northern Albania that is known for its walnuts, when a different friend’s parents invited us over for the weekend. (Aferdita)