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After my morning soup at Paçacı Mahmut, I was craving for something sweet. But by the time I arrived at Fatih Sarmacısı, the display was empty, little early I was. So I walked around working an appetite, surprisingly(!!!) I found … Continue reading
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I know you always wonder what Lokum is, where it is coming from, how it is made… How about Akide, and what is that orange pudding you see continuously at displays, at restaurants in Turkey, those colorful fruit preserves at breakfast, helva and wonder… I … Continue reading
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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 … Continue reading
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It was almost 6 in the morning, we met with Bayram Usta of Elmacı Pazarı Güllüoğlu at Bakırcılar Çarşısı, had a quick tea and I followed him through the small streets of Gaziantep, we ended up at the soup eatery. The baklava … Continue reading
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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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I was born and raised in Ankara… Walking down Tunalı Hilmi today, brought back many memories. All is good, but seeing most of the establishments closing their doors, selling their business makes me sad. Ankara being a patisserie town, had a … Continue reading
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London chic, in the middle of Soho, on the corner of Wardour street, Paul A. young shop offers you more than a sweet tooth. It is pure pleasure, sinful and you want more! Truffles made from real champagne, caramel and … Continue reading
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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 … Continue reading