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Focaccia and Sunday Brunch
August 08th, 2008 | Category: Baked Goods, Breakfast
Ever since Vera read my Kasimpasa Food Market post, we have been planning to visit the market and put together a feast with the produce available at the stands that week. But as we started emailing each other about the brunch menu, we realized that the shopping would leave us with very little preparation time.
So we ditched the idea of shopping and started planning how on earth we were going to prepare the following in a couple of days.
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Blueberry Granola Bars
May 23rd, 2008 | Category: Baked Goods, Breakfast
I know, I know. You have been looking at flour photos for the past couple of weeks. And you’re probably thinking that I am lying on the couch, spooning Nutella, watching The Golden Girls and baking nothing. You’re wrong, my friend. Actually, I have been cooking A LOT lately. Not only that, but also took 2000+ food shots for the most exciting project yet. And no, it is not a book. All I needed was 5-6 golden shots. My dear friends opened their secret cabinets and let me borrow their gorgeous vintage bowls and Ottoman silverware and all the possible combinations made me dizzy. Also, you will not believe whom I cooked for. No, not Her Majesty. She’s way younger and much cuter. And she is the queen of another kingdom - the culinary one. No, not Martha. She’s way more talented and much cuter (sorry Martha, I can no longer hide my jealousy of your prop room).
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Kasımpaşa Kastamonu Food Market
April 27th, 2008 | Category: Breakfast, Turkish Cuisine
April 20th, 2008 Sunday, the break of dawn, Cafe Fernando Residences.
4:45 AM - While most of my friends are returning home from long hours of clubbing, I wake up at this ungodly hour - my eyes bloodshot red. I am going to the Kasımpaşa Kastamonu food market for the love of blogging. I have to be there around 5:30 AM, right before all the restaurant owners and food enthusiasts show up and exhaust all the rare vegetables and herbs. I usually wake up with no kick left, but this morning I am quite energetic and cheerful. I head into the kitchen, turn the coffee machine on and hop into the shower. I planned the day minute by minute, so I am quite peaceful.
All of a sudden, a scary thought crosses my mind: What if the crazy lady in our apartment parked her car behind mine again, blocking my way as she usually does? It usually takes her lazy ass 30 minutes to get down and move the car. Terrified at the thought of seeing her freakishly frizzy hair and giant ass at that bright hour, I quickly rinse out the shampoo, put some clothes on and get out.
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