I woke up to a – yet again – shabby winter morning on Saturday morning. There was not even a hint of Sun, the sky was covered with clouds and what’s worse, it was evident that soon was coming my arch-nemesis when it comes to weather: the rain.. However, I was not at all feeling bad. On the contrary, I was feeling quite happy and excited, because it was yet another “recipes evening” that night!
Life is strange. There was a time when I forgot to put eggs in an omelette, or when I put an incredible amount of salt instead of sugar in a cake. But today I am able to cook and bake all the food that I long for – especially those that taste like home.
The very first time I ate cinnamon roll was when my friend Ufuk baked it years ago, when I was still living in Istanbul. I had heard about it but never got to eat it. And one day Ufuk came to my place with his freshly baked, sticky rolls. If I remember correctly, he was not 100% happy about them, but for me, they were just delicious.
Last week I was working from home, writing a boring report for work. It was actually just a normal report but I felt bored because all I wanted to do was, as usual, to cook or to bake something. So when it got to be almost lunch hour, I stopped writing and switched the kitchen table that I was writing on to cooking surface.
When I baked chocolate beetroot cake months ago, a friend of mine told me about another cake she had eaten a while back – black beans cake. That stuck in my mind since then and I wanted to try using black beans in a sweet recipe.
It was right after Christmas. I was alone at home, trying not to go crazy since I hadn’t seen a single soul apart from myself occasionally in the mirror, for two days. And the next day would be my 34. birthday, so I decided to bake myself some beautiful cookies. Yes they were tasty, but more important for me, they were beautiful.
A couple of weeks ago, I was feeling a little sick – something like flu with a bad feeling in my stomach. I called my mother and asked: Mom, just tell me what I should cook to feel better, my brain is not functioning. And she told me to make this soup – but of course, why didn’t I think of that? This is the ultimate cure!
Dear Avocado! How could I live without you for so many years? I see those years as “lost”!