We were taken by the smell of the wood fire, and followed by my nose and hungry instincts, we end up at a local, family run pide restaurant at Milas. After all that rush at pazar and the morning kokoreç has left us hungry, so we stopped for a bite, followed by…
It was an early morning we hit the road from Yalıkavak, for Milas, for the local open market, the famous Milas pazarı. It was a bright sunny day, despite the February weather we have been witnessing at the end of April, in Bodrum. All my persuasions had come to an…
All it takes is some flour, salt, water, kneading, time, fire. Then you have a bazlama, a flat bread, one of my favorite of all breads, especially if prepared by Yurdagül with that local flour mixture of hers, some whole wheat, some rye, some white flour. Eat it right out…
As an offal enthusiast, I am embarrassed that I have not written any word on one of my favorite offal meals. Kokoreç! Kokoreç is basically lamb intestines, wrapped around sweetbreads on skewer and grilled horizontally over the charcoal fire. But not easy as is. Preparation is harsh, when you think of all…
It has been a very long time for me since my grandmother has left me, endless… She was the one who thought me a lot of things about food like the first time I put my hands on a big tripe to wash it on a big kitchen sink under the…
A sweet autumn noon, I took a bus to Oğuzeli to capture the the preparations for winter, wondering what is left out. After a bus drive for 40 minutes, I arrived the tiny town, without knowing it was such a small town… A little roundabout, baker, butcher, little grocery shop…
The coal smelling little village Ürgüp… The narrow small streets, old people, like a dead city actually, you see nobody, almost, till we get to pazar, the open air market. It was the late autumn and early winter, the stalls are full of homemade cheese, sun dried fruits, freshly picked…
Istanbul Food was on the roads again so better late then ever… Happy everything to all!
The thin flaky piece, so simple it is a true sin. I present you katmer. A mini tiny ball of dough, pulled and pulled by hand, thrown on the air like a pizza disk, when it reaches its paper thin form, it is sprinkled with pinches of süt kaymağı or kaymak…