A Quiet Scream

View from Pierre Loti, on top of Haliç A big city has a lot of problems. Traffic, waste, crowd, living expenses, unplanned urbanization, slums, air pollution… you name it. A big city like Istanbul has a lot of emotional baggage on top of these problems. It struggles to preserve its soul while gentrification, corruption, rant,… Read On

Back again…

I am back to the States after a long nine months of studies. It was fast, fun, loaded and was worth every minute of it. Now I am adjusting back to my life here, the quiet streets, people not elbowing each other while hopping on subway cars (not that there is a subway where I… Read On

Finding your limits

Starting to live here for a short-term period after 15 years of not-being-a-resident was not as easy as I had thought. Getting used to the daily life, the intensity of people or doing business in an environment where everyone says “It is easy bro, no worries” but does not give you any solid promise, coupled… Read On

All hands on deck…

All I could see were the hands of all the women in the house. Making the dough, rolling it out, filling it in, shaping, frying, doing everything at once in that little kitchen and narrow counter. It is hard to maintain an order sometimes, but as soon as it gets out of control in the kitchen,… Read On

The power of sun

The end of summer. Kilos and kilos of fruit and vegetables on the table, in the trays, in the freezer. My family boils, blanches, neatly packages and preserves the produce every week during summers. There is always one thing that is on sale every weekend, so it is just normal to peel ten kilos of… Read On

Milky Pumpkin Bake

My grandmother is from a little place called Kemalpaşa in the city of Bursa. She has only several family members left there and one of them, used to make this for us when we went there for short visits in summer. As a kid, I thought they had a huge garden and huge pumpkins and… Read On