I watched the movie, A touch of Spice a few weeks ago, and was immediately brought back into my own childhood, my own memories of my grandmother in the kitchen, my first “love” when I was 5 years old and my first experience of awareness with what it means “not to belong.”
I laughed heartily and sobbed with the intensity of a child throughout the film. I was carried away into the depths and nuances of the relationships. I could feel the colours and smell the tastes of Istanbul, and in particular, cinnamon, which was featured throughout the film. Continue reading “a recipe for Cinnamon rolls/bread” »
One of the first things I noticed when I moved to Berlin were the wonderful farmers’ markets (actually this is typical of all German cities and towns and I am working on a post about this for later!).
As I went through the Saturday market in Kreuzberg last week, my mouth watered as I walked by the stands with all the Turkish treats. The baklava was the number one culprit and I kept on going back to look at this golden, crispy-nutty treat. The lady behind the stand continually asked me if I wanted a piece, but each time I declined. By the third time I walked by and stopped to look, she had figured out that I was just “nuts”. No more questions. She just ignored me. Continue reading “Vegan Cinnamon Baklava” »