Sharope

When I was a child, my Turkish grandmother would periodically make a sweet, white paste that she kneaded on the tile floor.  We would then snip off pieces and eat them with great delight.  It tasted of vanilla, and the texture was like a sticky paste, softer than caramel, and white as snow.  It was called sharope.  It turns out to be a Greek delicacy, but we were fortunate that Grandma did not keep to political lines.  Sharope was a favorite of the family, along with baklavah and kadaifi.