How a Plate of Knafeh Made Me a Better Neighbor

How a plate of pastry sparked a decade-long friendship

There was a knock at the door. We hadn’t ordered takeout, and I wasn’t expecting friends, so I peered through the window that overlooks our entrance. A small boy stood there alone. No car in the driveway, no clipboard-wielding volunteer, no pair of neon-vested do-gooders trying to save the armless-legless-goatless children during dinner. Just one boy, y…