Tag: food

I Scream for Icecream
My Story

I Scream for Icecream

Have you ever had a serious thought about ice cream? Well, you may say why one would have serious thoughts about ice cream apart from the times with sudden cravings of dessert. If you were a kid, living in Istanbul in the late 80s, believe me, you would. Every summer afternoon, at around 3-4 pm, he used to pass by pushing his heavy wooden trolley calling ‘donduuuurmaaa’ (ice cream) and that day’s flavors 'çikolataaaa, naaane' (chocolate, mint). He was our Rum (Greek) ice cream maker uncle, the most smiling face man that I have ever seen, he used to sell grilled chestnuts and halva in winter. Excitement and stress start the moment I hear his familiar ‘scream’, was more sacred than the call to prayer for me. Excitement because, it was ice cream we are talking about and it was stressfu...
Mangal Zamanı
The City

Mangal Zamanı

The French love picnic The little red and white table cloth perfectly ironed The wicker basket full of camembert and a red wine bottle Turks also have a passion for picnics Here the tablecloth is colourful The basket is replaced by thousands of plastic bags filled with the all the fridge The mangal is the masterpiece of any well done picnic Either along sahil yolu or just next to the country side road The smell of grilled meat invades the air. Some evening the parks turn themselves into real stove… In Maçka Parkı the Makro bags overflow from the trash cans While along Haliç, families fan the fire under the tea pot Reminding the smoke signal from the American Indians But over all, there is a beautiful feeling of holidays flowing in the air… Guest C...