Carrot Bread – From My German Sister Anja
Ask me the question: do you have a friend who smiles all the time, who is hard-working and always but positive? I DO, I DO, I DO! Anja!
Ask me the question: do you have a friend who smiles all the time, who is hard-working and always but positive? I DO, I DO, I DO! Anja!
I was sitting in a cafe in Kluuvi a few months ago, on a weekday afterwork, waiting for a friend. As I was looking around to see her, a joyful, smiling girl caught my eye, she was passing by the cafe, and I immediately recognised her: Jemima! She came to my table, quickly gave me a hug saying hello to me, the “chef”, continued with “keep up the good work” and then left. I had a huge smile on my face after this quick and happy encounter.
On a very hot summer day (yes, it DID get really hot for a few days last summer…) I met Ozlem. We were a bunch of Turkish people sitting in Kaisaniemi park on a sort of spontaneous picnic. We talked a bit that day and that was it. A few months later, I would get to know her better and see what a lovely person she is to talk to!
It-was-a-horrible Sunday morning. The day before, I had to stay in the same place the whole evening with one person I did not want to see, then I came home at around 1 am, and cried my eyes out until 5 am. I guess you can imagine how awful I was feeling in the morning, when I woke up at 9 after 4 hours sleep.
Ok, I don’t want to mean that the other recipes were bad, but this-one-is-good! And again, it is something that I did not normally really like!
It is just a normal afternoon – there is some tea in the kettle, soon there will be even more fresh one, my aunt and uncle might stop by, I really want to have some cake.. And so I tell my mother: mum, could you pleaaaase bake your black tea cake??? Pleeease, pretty pretty pleaaase! And so she quickly bakes the most wonderful cake in the world!
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.
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.
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.
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