May, 2012

unripe figs, by Tuba Şatana

İncir Reçeli, unripe fig jam and the gypsies

You may see gypsy ladies peeling and selling unripe figs, in bulk amounts, their fingers are wounded by the figs’ milk, wrapping their fingers with the best possible way, with nylon bags pieces and trying to bring home money. If you don’t like peeling figs to make incir reçeli, fig jam, you…

Plum wars kicking in!

Erik, green plum is one of my favorite fruits in this food world of mine. Starting from early May and ending late September plum has many different varieties, color, taste, joy! Nowadays green plums are in season. First Can eriği, than the most famous Papaz erik and köy eriği comes…

Asım Usta, by Tuba Şatana

Just now, döner so good!

What if I took a little detour, a girl has to eat, right! 1,5 portions döner over homemade pide, green peppers, pickles and ayran… Now I can go back to work, or… Now I am sipping my tea on the ferry, Istanbul is quite a beauty today…

Gambas gets good as it can, at La Casa Del Abuelo

I like the places were they focus on one or two ingredients. It means they trust on its freshness and taste, not to forget knowing how to prepare it. La Casa Del Abuelo is known for their shrimp and langoustine. El Abuelo, used to be famous with breadsticks and sweet…

Sorry, but no: Casa Alberto, Madrid

Everyone told me to go there, to dine there, so I did. Very disappointed! It was ‘the one bad meal we had’ in Madrid. This old and beautiful establishment turned a big deep eat and get out hole. Go there if you want  to get rushed service, grumpy waiters, crampy tables, bugs…

Meşhur Filibe Köftecisi,  by Tuba Şatana

Balls of heaven at Meşhur Filibe Köftecisi

Fashionably late… I was surprised  that I did not write about my favorite köfteci before. So I dig my photo archive for some matching photos it felt stupid, after all I took my every food obsessed friend there, or told about the place and send them there… Şemsa, Katie, Cem,…

Nettle will bite you back!

At my grandmother’s home, in the messy back yard, soon to be my friend, nettle stung me, thousands of times in the good old days, me in my shorts, running up and down, thought every green thing is innocent and my friend. Isırgan, literally meaning stinger, you do the maths….

Çitlembik… say what?

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…