All posts filed under: Bakery

Sekerpare – A Sweet Turkish Dessert and The Memories of A Turkish Girl

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When I ask people which “Turkish desserts” they know, the first answer is mostly “baklava”. And maybe some would say “Turkish delight”. Baklava, Turkish delight, baklava.. Well I’ve never been taken much by any of these two. My absolute favourite was always this dessert, which is, to put it simply, cookies made of flour and semolina, having a pine or another nut in the middle, and dipped into simple syrup to get moist and veeery sweet; it is called “Sekerpare”, which is literally translated as “Sugar piece”.

Oliebollen – The Frying Dutch!

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  I love it when I taste something in one country and it reminds me of my own country, my college roommate and many memories, because even though I am in a completely different land, the taste is the same. I ate traditional Dutch donuts called “Oliebollen” a few months ago in Eindhoven, and that was what happened the moment I had my first bite: gee, this tastes exactly like “Pişi”!

Mum’s Milk Pudding

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  In 2007 I had a quite serious operation. The following few weeks, I could not eat normal, all I could eat was this basic, simple, old-school milk pudding that my mum cooked for me. I was eating 4-5 big bowls of it every day! I wonder if the reason was because I could not eat anything else, or because it reminded me of my childhood.

A Killer Tiramisu Recipe!

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It’s been a long time since I wrote anything in this blog. Well, there were many reasons for it, but the main reason is that I have been trying to get used to my new apartment. The amount of daylight is rather challenging in this apartment and also, the oven is a mystery to me! Or it “was” a mystery, I think I almost understood how it works (it’s a gas oven!).

Tsoureki – Greek Easter Bread / Pastry

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  This bread reminds me of my childhood in Istanbul, when we did not think of anyone’s religion, ethnicity or how “different” s/he was; my childhood in Istanbul when we lived together with our neighbours of Greek, Armenian, Kurdish, Turkish, Circassian, Georgian, whichever else ethnic background without questioning them and just caring about who they were, not “what” they were. The bread itself was named as “Easter Pastry” and I never really knew what Easter meant actually. Still, living in Helsinki where there is a public holiday each year for it, I forget the existence of “Easter” until the holiday comes. But I never forget the taste and smell of this bread freshly both from a bakery in Istanbul…