Egeliler, some Cretan, some Greek, some Sephardic, some pure İzmirli… Wherever their roots go, does not matter, they love to eat everything coming out of earth like the buds of the trees, the leaves, the roots… They don’t like wasting anything. Çitlembik, çitlenbek, çitlenbik – celtis australis- is a tree…
Kaplan’ın Yeri in Tire İzmir is a phenomenon. Climbing up the hill, surrounded by olive trees and wild nature, you see cows, horses, goats… Passing the nice small village Kaplan, admiring the small streets, our jaws dropping cause the view, Tire laying under your feet and mother nature. Place full of…
As if we needed any motive to eat, me and Katie celebrated the sesonal kebabs today. The sarımsak -the fresh bulb of garlic- and yeni dünya -loquat or medlar- kebabı at Çiya…
I do not about know your house, but sure mine does not have two lovely ladies sitting infront making swiss chard dolma… They giggled when I took their picture, invited me over for dinner. In Anadolu, it is very common to gather around for preparing food, gossiping about the latest…
It is around midnight, when the büryan ovens are light up in Bitlis. There is only smoke in the dark streets of the city. Bitlis has its own pace, like all the Anatolian cities. The büryan restaurants open at 5.00 a.m and close around 11.00 a.m. It is very hard…
It is that time of the year. When the sun softly touches your back, a lovely wind carrying all the earthly and flowery smells. It is time to hit the road, to Aegean Coast, where all the hills are covered with daisies, edible wild greens, ladybugs, wild flowers… Yalıkavak pazarı…
Gazoz! Before Coca Cola ruled the world and hacked Turkey, most of the cities in Turkey had their own soda pop brands. Mostly vanilla, some has orange, mandarin, cherry flavors as well. Like local Schweppes. All in glass, 200ml or 250ml bottles. I came across this one at Safranbolu, Kastamonu. Bağlar…
Şanlıurfa is a city that never sleeps, not for the partying though, for eating! The liver stalls goes on 24-7. The famous ciğerciler -the liver grillers- yelling out or sitting in front of the mangal -the mini bbq-, chatting with their customers, scattered around the city, on the pavements. Şanlıurfa pepper…
Funny enough my friends around me have been asking me to make kısır for them, like all my life… It started in high school as far as I remember, being alone at home frequently, I had the whole gang at home shooting tequilas, singing and sometimes studying. Those study days…