Of all the ways Osprey Packs have been tested, I’m willing to bet baklava wasn’t involved.
Since its arrival last month, the Flap Jill Pack has been doing daily duty for all types of errands, replacing my Baggallini bag that’s been in rotation for the past few years. Standard contents? One magazine, one book, a notebook and several pens, my wallet and Blackberry, a sarong, three diapers, a pack of baby wipes, two baby bottles, a pacifier and a small hand puppet. For a slim, close-fitting bag, it can handle a lot.
Not so standard contents? One piece of very sticky baklava.
“No,” I assure the cashier for the third time, “I don’t need a plastic bag for the baklava.”
“Are you sure?” she asks again, giving me the feeling that she knows something I don’t. But I already feel badly about the plastic clamshell that’s cradling the sticky little pillow of pastry. It’s not recyclable, so we’ll reuse it a few times and then discard it. A plastic bag on top of that? No thanks. Instead, I open my pack and snuggle the clamshell on top, taking extra care to make sure it’s sitting flat.
Satisfied, I start the 10-minute walk home, pack on back.
Baby in one arm, stroller in the other, I wiggle out of the pack and it slips onto the kitchen floor. I’m distracted for the next hour or so with feeding and changing Mariel, and it’s during this time that the honey oozes out of the leaky lid of the clamshell, coating the pages of a magazine and leaving a thin layer of sticky film on the inside of the pack.
Normally, this would be cause for major annoyance. I’m not a neat freak, but I don’t like the idea of honey residue reasserting itself time and again. I pull my driver’s license out of my wallet—it’s sticky, too.
The pack, though, holds up remarkably well. I tear the honey-coated pages from the magazine and put them in the recycling bin. I give my license a good wash. And the inside of the pack gets a quick swabbing with a washcloth—it’s the perfect pack for baklava; the honey disappears immediately.