Istanbul

Turşu! Pickles…

In Turkey we love eating pickled vegetables especially during winter time. With grilled fish, bulgur pilaf, soup, bean or chickpeas stew, as well as any other hearty meal, giving them a little zest. Most of the households love making their own pickles, everyone have their not-to-share recipes, at the end…

Morning soup for you!

Don’t know what you think of the phrase ‘köy kahvaltısı‘ village breakfast, I think it is just a perfect marketing tool or a scam, if I may, and I do not buy that. At villages, in Anatolia, locals simply eat what they produce, depending on the season. Also it is…

Tırnaklı Ekmek, aka tırnaklı pide

Where would mankind be without wheat! A freshly baked bread’s small is more stimulant then many other things, as if challenging the world of flavors… Tırnaklı ekmek in Anadolu, getting social and named tırnaklı pide in big bad Istanbul, is for me one of the delicious forms of bread. This kind of…

Asmalı Cavit comes to the rescue!

To how many of you I recommended Asmalı Cavit I really do not recall, since it is the one place I love going over and over again, it is one of my safest places where I always reserve the same table, it is my table after all. Asmalı Cavit is…

Menemen, eggs so delicious!

During his college years, he told me they -5 to 15 people!!!- used to stop at Lades (2) Lokantası (just across Lades Lokantası ) for lunch, just to have this menemen. I can imagine the small place filled with students on a budget, hungry and mopping each and every bit…

Altan Şekerleme, a sweet sweet Bayram

What is a Bayram without candies! My granny used to buy chocolates filled with mint, cherries and sorts, my memory seems to fade… But what I do remember is that me and my friends used to sneek in the house when she was out and fill our pockets with these…

Just Now – a fish escapade

After a beautiful morning with the photographer Jonathan Lewis at Kantin, I suggested Şemsa that we should go to Karaköy Balıkçısı for an escape. And we did. Well, I ended up eating alone cause of the terrible car park nonsense, after half an hour we couldn’t park. She had limited…

One fine day in Burgazada

When Nil suggested that we should work at Burgazada instead of Istanbul, the next thing I remember is us checking our calendars. Our morning started at Sırma Cafe, where we had tea and homemade poğaça, watching the islanders walk by the street, parted by the horse carriages.  The poğaça sans…