MY IMMIGRANT PARENTS were not cookie people. My French mother found chocolate chip cookies a peculiar American curiosity, and my Tunisian father, in typical Mediterranean fashion, preferred to offer me oranges for dessert. In retrospect, it was no surprise that I developed an outsize fondness for cookies, one that only grew when I discovered kaak warqa.
Each summer, my parents would send me off from Philadelphia, where we lived, to visit my Tunisian family halfway across the world. I didn’t like most of the desserts in Tunisia. They came off as overly sweet and were usually studded with whole nuts, while I was more interested in chocolate. I can’t remember the first time I ate a kaak warqa, but it must have been its smooth, doughnut-shaped appearance that first caught…
