The Quest for the Date Bun

When I was growing up in Kuwait, one of the special treats we got was the date bun. It's a simple enough thing: a yummy torus of baked dough with a few vents cut into the side, stuffed silly with date filling.



Once we moved to Montreal, I went into a great date bun drought ... until my parents discovered a Middle Eastern store, Marché Adonis, that had a large selection of baked goods. Baklava, halva, and yes, date buns.

Sadly, though, I've never been able to find them in Vancouver. Every so often, when I'm back in Montreal for a visit, I pick up one or two dozen to bring back. I freeze them and slowly ration them out over many days. Things would be so much simpler if I could hook up with a date bun dealer in Vancouver for my fix but all of the local Middle Eastern stores I've tried have never heard of them.