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New Year’s Eve / 2015 Manifesto / Süryani(Syriac) wine

Third day into 2015, I’m still writing my new year’s resolutions, feeling slightly bad that I hadn’t made them before New Year’s Eve. In a way, I’m glad that I didn’t because I’d have felt worse for having broken them in the first days of the new year. Koreans have a great excuse for this, “The real New Year is on Feb 19th!” The year 2015 is Sheep so I’ll be celebrating the lunar New Year then again. I would like to give big thanks to our hosts, Filiz and Onur, for the fantastic NYE feast, which far exceeded my expectations. I was so surprised by how much food Filiz managed to prepare in just a couple of hours after work with some help from her sister-in-law, Ozge, who made the most artistic presentation of potato mash. The roast turkey was great and also the meze Omer, one of rare Turkish men who cook. I brought Cheesy Polenta Sticks and Christmas Fruit mince Pies, and as I’m writing this, I got a recipe request for …

Jerusalem Artichoke and Quail with Saffron Risotto / Plato Kalecik Karasi

The title might have daunted people who don’t know or haven’t had all of the three ingredients, Jerusalem artichoke, quail, and saffron. I enjoy shopping at my tiny local market, where grocers got to know me better now and put all the veggies and fruit in one bag, not like the Turkish way, which is one plastic bag per item. My new neighborhood is much friendlier than the previous, and especially the veggie man, when I buy fresh herbs, sticks each bundle to my nose to smell and puts them into separate bags, saying “It smells nice, doesn’t it? I don’t want to spoil the nice smell so I’ll put them separately. Ok?” Fair enough. Also, he knows by now that I buy only the quantity I need. “How many carrots? Two?” “How many cucumbers? Three, enough?” The grocers at the Kadikoy market would be so annoyed if I did that and charge extra for punishment, maybe. When I went there after the trip to Safranbolu, I saw a big pile of fresh Jerusalem artichokes …

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Crispy Skin Slow Roast Duck / Saffron Carrot Rice / Büyülübağ Wine

“When a girl tries to treat herself, someone else takes advantage” The reason why this post starts with the phrase is because of what I’ve been wondering about why I cook. Yes, I love eating for sure, but would I cook the way I’ve been doing if it wasn’t for another person who enjoys it more than the person who actually cooks? You wouldn’t definitely go through roasting a whole duck for 4 hours just for yourself, would you? Well, I would have in my early years when I started getting into cooking just for the sake of experiment and excitement. And when you see the person enjoying the food more than you do, that’s the reward for a hard work. Like the slow roasted duck. Mr.O loved it so much that he brought home another whole duck. Sometimes I feel like being an Ottoman chef working for the sultan in Topkapi Palace. That’s why my mum always warned me growing up not to tell a guy I’m a good cook. And the older I …

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My Favourite Turkish Wine List

It’s been the strangest May since I arrived in Turkey in terms of weather. It’s supposed to be warm and sunny enough to pick herbs in the garden and sit outside for a long brunch or an evening barbeque. Instead, it’s been like this over a week, stealing the cheerful mood. Snails are plenty here. The French will love seeing these organic escagort. Mr.O deliberately steps on them while walking to tease me with the awful sound of snails getting crushed in shells. 😦 I seem to feel the pricking sensation running down my spine whenever he does that. Why are men like mischievous kids? The things that get me out of the blues on rainy days are baking or sipping wine with cheese. So I’m going to talk about wine for a change. It’s been a while since I last mentioned wines here. I’ve simply run out of wines to talk about or even to drink. Luckily, thanks to the wine I discovered all by chance, I’ve got  by without worrying about my daily …

A wine trip to Georgia – Pheasant’s Tears

Pheasant’s Tears…. Ok, let’s get started, finally! It is one of your lucky days having two posts in a row from me! Ehem… What a poetic name! Very fine wines make pheasants shed tears of joy when they sip it….. Well, I must have been a pheasant in my past life, because I cry, too. When I sip a good wine, all the words for describing wines stop dead in my head and all I manage to utter is simply wows with my eyes automatically closing and my head moving sideways in a very slow motion. There should be non-verbal evaluation of wines like this. Words can disguise emotions but the body language can’t as passion is felt rather than spelt out. Don’t you think so? Have you had this kind of moment? You just want to savour it, feeling reluctant to say a word, as if any words would spoil the taste. Sorry, let me get back on the track. Though it wasn’t entirely irrelevant to the review I’m about to write because my …

Confession to a lucky drop

Well, how lucky am I to have found this intriguing challenge just two days before the deadline? Wine and Writing, two things I love. Who came up with this fascinating idea in the first place? It’s The Drunken Cyclist. If I’d known this, I’d have participated in the earlier competitions. To reverse the mirror and see the shiny side, now that I’ve discovered this writing competition, I have a new aim. Having an aim is a good remedy for a happy healthy life, like my love for wine has been my aim and brought many challenges and luck along the way. Thus, this piece of writing is dedicated to the wine that has helped me stay sane. The first paragraph pretty much sums up the topic for the Monthly Wine Writing Challenge(#MWWC8), Luck, however, I’ll continue on to share my real lucky story so that my writing meets the criteria. I find myself pretty lucky to have developed the taste for wine. Or was I born with the lucky genes? The reason I’m saying that …