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Kebap and brunch

14/6/2013

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It seemed that our Istanbul experience was all about the interleaving of tear gas and exquisite food.  On the first evening of our meeting, we took a round trip on a Bosporus ferry.  On our return to the dock in Besiktas the ferry was stuck in dock, with us on it, as waves of tear gas poured off the hill above.  That was my first encounter with the acrid reek, burning eyes and hard-to-catch breath.  After we made our way to the Tram and rode it with thousands of others, jammed in cheek to jowl, to the Galatas Bridge.  What was amazing was how courteous and helpful everyone was to each other, helping each other get off at the stops, through the pressing crowd. 

[Note - the first post in this tale is at the bottom of this page...]

We then walked across the bridge to the Egyptian Market, which was a treat, filled with spice stalls, cloth merchants, jewellers, etc.  And had a wonderful meal in a restaurant atop the market.  It had been a library for a mosque, apparently and the room was wonderfully decorated.
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And the food was very special.  It included a range of appetisers such as a kind of aubergine pate/salad - a variant on Baba Ganoush; a type of homous, thick and rich with tahini; plates of wonderful "zeytinyağlılar" - braised vegetables with olive oil (thanks to my new friend Ipek, who i met on the plane going there for recipe links - i'm cooking them at home!); crispy 'Lamahkun' - wee Turkish pizzas with ever-so-finely diced salsa and meat;  and wonderful Tandir bread for soaking it all up!   
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That was just the appetisers!  We all had kebap after that.  There was chicken for the lamb-friends, lamb for the chicken-friends, and beef for the rest.  Plates of aubergine kebap, kebap served on yoghurt sauce.  Kebap, by the way, is simply char-cooked food.  If it is on skewers it is shish (kebap), and if grilled, just kebap.  All came served with grated carrot and beat, fresh and cooked greens, and accompanied by more Tandir bread.  Some of the kebap meat was ground, but apparently done by hand with a curved blade like an Italian messa luna.  It was cut up so finely - finer than normal minced beef you get over here.  And done by hand! 
Everything was tender, charred, savoury and all-round delish!!  You can bet i was inspired when i got back home and Turkish dishes, already a key part of my repertoire, re-appeared on my table.

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The next day, our host took us for brunch.  Ah, brunch!  Such a civilized ritual.  Something i miss here in Norway.  You know, here in Norway, even the MacDonalds don't serve breakfast....   Brunch just doesn't exist outside the few biggest cities.  And i think it is the best way to spend a Sunday morning. 
We went to a small family restaurant in a very green and leafy residential neighbourhood, right on the Bosporus, right on the water.  And young families came in by their droves - those not out protesting! -- complete with kids.  One of the things that really impressed me was the way in which adults lavished such affection, verbal and physical, on their kids, in public.  Again, very civilized.....   At brunch we were served a serious of small dishes to sample from on the table.  There were shirred eggs with a kind of salsa (Menemen), a spicy thin sliced sausage (sucuk) in a bit of tomato sauce, a kind of preserved lamb, coated in strong spices like cumin and sumac and sliced like parma ham; all accompanied by an infinite amount of thick slices of dry toasted fresh white bread.  And at the end, there was also a thickened cream (bal-kaymak) -- like clotted cream only even thicker (something for my cheese buddies to explore) and a tub of honey -- i couldn't resist!  And my arteries stood up and saluted! :>)  And always accompanied by the ubiquitous chai....

To say i left with a happy tummy would be understating it!

So that was my experience -- food and protest (well, and a Project Meeting!).  Actually, my biggest impression was of the warmth and hospitality of all i met - civilized urban people living in a secular society -- and bravely coming out to stand up for it against the creeping Islamicization of the Erdogan regime.  To all those decent hard working people i raise my glass of chai and salute you!


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Food & Protest in Istanbul

8/6/2013

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Food & Protest in Istanbul

Last weekend i went to Istanbul for a Grudtvig project meeting with our Turkish and French partners.  My hotel was located half a block from Taksim Square, the site of the initial protest against the redevelopment of Gezi Park.  I arrived Thursday at midnight, the day before the protest.  To make a long (and interesting) story short, my hotel was behind police lines for the rest of my visit and we wound up spending the next two nights sleeping in hospital gurneys in the intensive care ward of our partner's orphanage school.  Not that we were sick -- but we couldn't get to the hotel!   For more on the story, you can click on this link.

All along we were offered the warmest support and hospitality.  Our partners could not have been more helpful, especially given all the uncertainties (the 'fog of war').  I was left with the overwhelming impression of a warm, decent people, middle class, urban and quite European, who were embarrassed but proud of the response of their fellow countrymen.


At any rate, this blog post is about food, although protest comes into it too.  This is because my experience was a surreal juxtaposition of war zone elements (tear gas, water cannons) and absolutely calm interludes filled with delicious food!  
The most extreme example came after we got our luggage from the hotel on Saturday.  Fleeing tear gas and water cannons, we were pretty scared, despite the ridiculousness of running with our wheeled luggage through streets full of water, glass, tear-gas canisters, armed police and masked protesters.  In the end we commandeered a taxi who took us down to the harbourside at Galata Bridge.  There, our host stated "Turkish people think that sweets are good for you in situations like this", so we popped into "the original baklava kafe" and settled in for a broad variety of sweets and the ubiquitous 'chai'!   It was surreal, as if there was no protest going on streets away.  We were surrounded by shoppers, young people, etc., all tucking in to variations on baklava as if it was any normal Saturday afternoon!
And the sweets were great!  Crispy, chewy in the middle, whether filled with walnuts or pistachio.  There were dozens of varieties from little birds nests of threaded pastry to classic baklava.   More than we could eat!  Suitably refreshed and refurbished, we headed for a ferry to take us back in the direction of Darussufaka. 


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