All posts tagged: honey

lemon coconut biscuits

Lemon Coconut Honey Biscuits – butter, yeah! but no egg

I am back to Istanbul, to my kitchen, and to my food. Even though the new discoveries from travel are always enchanting, it feels so good to be back home. I will post more photos from my trip to Cappadocia and the hot-air balloon tour in the next post with some more stories, but for now I will leave you with the teaser shots before continuing on to my lemon biscuits. I brought this beautiful honey from the hotel I stayed in Cappadocia. The honey served at breakfast was so good that I dared asked the hotel owner to give me some and to my surprise, I was given a big container full by the generous owner, Orhan.

Madeleine Financier Cake – Honey, Vanilla, Almond

Delay, delay…posts are getting delayed again. Maybe it’s because I have so much on my plate and more food keeps being added as I try hard to eat what is already on the plate. What do you do when you face this kind of dilemma? Do you eat the new items while they are hot and fresh and then go back to the cold old ones later or finish off the old ones first and then start on the new ones? My fork is busy going back and forth between the new and the old ones, and I am getting stuffed. I have so many photos clogging up my internal and external hard drives, and they are mostly, well, all are food-related. I don’t know what to do with them. Every time I stumble upon one of the photos, my memory goes back to that time…like the Madeleine cake. That is why is called La Madeleine de Proust, for remembering the things, mentioned by the author, Marcel Proust, but mine isn’t about childhood.

Lemon Lavender Shortbread Biscuits

Today I was confined at home, waiting for my coursebook to be delivered. What if it fails to be delivered in time? Oh, no! It didn’t arrive after all. As I’m sitting in my kitchen working on my photos, yes, I know it sounds strange, but my kitchen is the darkest place in the house during the day, which makes it an ideal place for photography work, the sunny blue sky I see out of the windows was just torturing me, calling me to come outside. Hey, you postman, where are you? Working in the kitchen is not only strange but also dangerous because I’m close to all the temptations in the fridge and the various types of French cheese in every corner of the kitchen top that are aging. Every time I get up to do some stretching, I get pulled to where cheese is like magnetism and take a slice and then another slice only seconds later, then another and another. It repeats until the shadows grow bigger and finally into the darkness.Then, …