Istanbul
Spent six weeks in Istanbul. It was winter, but not that cold. Food was great as usual, despite some disappointments - e.g., quality of oven-roasted milk pudding (firin sutlac) as well as salep drink is down. In the past, poorly made firin sutlac and salep were hard to comeby. More recently, with increasing brands of processed salep in the supermarkets, and factory produced firin sutlac (ending up in rice being crushed), it is a matter of trying a few places before finding good sutlac or salep. On another note, I ate in some nice restaurants, and also in my favourite restaurant in Beyoglu. A weekend stay in Sapanca took us to a B & B, where food was cooked by the owner Zeliha. Both breakfast and dinner - breakfast included 20 kinds of jams, molasses and preserves, all homemade; and again homemade cheese, at least five types. Dinner was super, with olive oil dishes made to excellence. Back home, my mum's cooking was as always satisfying and truly missed. I took turns at times, and once cooked Stephanie Alexander's lemon chicken, which is always tasty. I left from Turkey to Europe two kilos heavier. Three months later, I returned craving laksa (Laksa King is the go!). I have just borrowed a book from the library called FIRE by Christine Mansfield (Sydney chef). It has a section on Istanbul with interesting insights. The food under Istanbul is a true stretch from Turkish food, perhaps more for experimenters. I marked some of the simpler dishes in the book for later. I am hoping to add some more recipes sometime soon.








