Nowadays I am in a frittata craze. I make all sorts of frittata with a variety of ingredients on Sunday mornings. It is easy to make, mostly you can make it using ingredients at home and it is completely filling, with a rich taste.
As I wrote in my previous post yesterday, exactly 1 year ago, I started blogging about food. I could never imagine how much it would change my life. I could never imagine that baking would be my whole life and that I would even think of a career with it.. But here I am, after a year’s adventure of baking and cooking – I finally became comfortable in the kitchen.
This past year has been the year of discoveries for me. So, for the birthday of my dear blog, I decided to go through this one year and list what I discovered in this one year journey – about baking, about cooking, but most important of all, about myself. So here we go, hope I do not forget anything.. And they are not in any other, just to warn you:
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!
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