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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 … Continue reading
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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, … Continue reading
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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 … Continue reading
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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. … Continue reading
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 in your salad and entrecote tough as a rock. Waiter did not bother to stop instead he said momento in a very rude way, overlooking his glasses, while I was trying to him about my salad being a dumpster! Never again.
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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 … Continue reading
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Madrid, tapas, memories, cervecas, loved ones and padron peppers! How I missed Madrid…
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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 … Continue reading