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

Same old…

There are some places in one’s life. No matter how long you are gone, some places which stay the same along with its roads, its fishing boats, its bakeries and its people. Yes I see the difference here and there, but Tatlısu, the little village that has been standing there since I was born was… Read On

Sea-related

I love sea and what it has to offer for my dinner. There is a saying in Turkey for people like me but will be lost in translation: “she/he would eat anything from the sea even if it was  her/his dad”. This plant is one of those things. Not exactly out of the sea bottom… Read On

When in Spain…Eat!

Time in Spain was an immersion course in tapas language also. Tapas (or pinchox) culture is definitely not what I am used to. The usual night out to drink for me normally goes something like this: Find a good place that serves tasty mezes (Turkish version of tapas, I guess), sit around a table dotted… Read On