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.
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!
Oh no… You can never put too much garlic on anything.. And oh yes… You can only beat the cold and dark winter of Helsinki with a warm and light coloured soup.
It was around 2002-2003. My friend Reyhan and I would go out every Friday, we would go to a bar in Taksim / Istanbul (mostly Akdeniz or Gizli Bahce) to drink and to dance, with some other girl friends. Every Friday was a girls’ night out. Gee, I was young.