Days 11, 12 &13

The Japanese Defense Forces Day at the Japanese Ambassadorial Residence was a great event; they had a martial arts show with professional performers doing presentations on kendo, aikido, and karate. Best of all they had really amazing sushi and sashimi, which are like gold dust in Ankara. Only a couple of restaurants here serve sushi and from what I understand it's generally not very good. They also had an amazing dish of pickled eel and friend shrimp. Yum! On the way out of the party, a senior US official and his wife were walking in front of us. He said something to her sotto voce and her (loud) response was, 'oh well whatever. We're from TEXAS.' Apparently even half way around the world, being from Texas is still an excuse for bad manners. Sigh.

Yesterday I attempted the Leek Pie (Pirsanpide). I think I've watched far too many cooking shows, because I've always been of the impression that handling pastry is a terrible idea and you end up with a very dense, un-flaky result. But the recipe for the shortcrust (Hamur) pastry said to rub the butter into the flour by hand, so I did. I was not disappointed with the result.

I discovered half way through wilting the leeks and once the pastry had been made, however, that I didn't have a rolling pin. Andrew not being a baker, he of course doesn't own one, which I should have realised. So I got inventive: I took an empty Hefeweisen beer bottle, soaked it in boiling water, removed the labels and adhesive with much scrubbing, and used that to roll out the dough. It wasn't perfect, but in a pinch, it worked just fine. I'll be having leftover pie for lunch today!

Days 8, 9 & 10

The Queen's Birthday Party was incredibly fun! I met lots of interesting people, including the Ambassador, but the best part was the food: it was themed, so there were miniature cones of fish and chips, Scottish smoked salmon hors d'oeuvres, two Welsh lambs roasting on spits, roast beef in tiny yorkshire puddings, and best of all, British CHEESE. Which of course meant that I started the 'which would you give up, bread or cheese?' debate. I'm in the minority because I'd give up bread over cheese, but there you go.

On Saturday we took a day trip out to Hattusa, the ruins of the ancient Hittite capital. It is 4000 years old (from 2000 BC) and to be honest, it was mostly rubble. But the view was incredible out over a river valley and to distant mountains, so I could understand why they built their empire there. And the day was capped by my first kebab in Turkey (I can't believe I've been here for a week and not had a kebab); a very nice chicken one (pilic sis).

Yesterday, Andrew and I had Lamacun (pronounced lamajoon), which are like very thin crust pizza with minced meat and tomatoes on them. You roll them up and eat them like a burrito. They are incredibly tasty, so when I'm feeling ambitious I'll find a recipe and try it. Andrew also made some amazing beef kebabs on the barbecue last night, which we enjoyed out on the balcony until a huge thunder storm rolled across the city from the West and drove us inside. Altogether a great weekend, but I'm afraid very limited cooking on my part. And tonight is the Japanese Defense Forces Day, which means sushi at the Japanese Embassy!

Tomorrow I'm planning a leek pie, so cooking will recommence soon!

Days 5 & 6 (and 7)

Sorry for the lack of illustration in the previous few posts; I am trying to figure out how to get the photos off my camera and onto those entries, but I'm having 'internal errors' (which sounds very intimate), so you will have to imagine what my masterpieces look like. Here's a hint: mush. But yummy mush! (I have figured out how to get images up, but now the formatting is all strange and try as I might I can't fix it. So a new round of apologies for the wonkiness of the layout!)

The mystery green has been, if not identified, put to use. Andrew asked the grocer what it was and couldn't remember the name that he gave for it, but did remember that the guy told him to chop it up finely with lots of garlic and put it in yoghurt with a little olive oil. So we did. And on Tuesday, in a very un-Turkish meal, we put it on top of our BLTs instead of mayonnaise. The sandwiches proved to be much better for it!

But, since I had an entire plant of it, I decided to utilise this lovely dip again last night when I made aubergine fritters. It was an incredibly simple recipe, the key being salting the aubergine rounds first and letting it sit for half an hour so that the water beads up on top of the slices and can be wiped away before frying. The batter was deceptively simple; beer, flour and a little salt. With the dip and a glass of beer, they were honestly wonderful (if I do say so myself).

Earlier in the day I made a dish called Swooning Imam. It's really just stuffed aubergine with tomatoes, parsley and onions, with plenty of olive oil for good measure. The most fun part was roasting the tomatoes over the range to get the skin off. By the time we got round to the main meal, we'd had far too many bits of fried goodness and we were risking aubergine overload, so we skipped the Swooning Imam and went straight for the White Bean Salad. Another deceptively simple recipe: white beans are boiled until tender then added still hot to sliced onion; this cooks the onion without it going limp. Add olive oil, lemon juice and vinegar, plus some chopped parsley (lots), mint (less) and dill (just a little) and serve with sliced red pepper and boiled egg. So easy and really satisfying.

Today is the Queen's Birthday Party at the Embassy, so I won't be doing any cooking. I have, however, had my hair done and my nails painted. According to the liaison officer at the embassy and some other embassy plus-ones, most women attending will be dressed to the nines; I felt I should at least make a small effort so as not to embarrass Andrew. He, however, keeps reiterating that this is a work function. Since I don't have a history of acting inappropriately at work functions, I am going to choose to believe he keeps saying it to remind himself not to misbehave, not me.

A post on the QBP to follow soon (provided I don't misbehave so badly Andrew asks me to leave the country)...

Days 3 & 4

Sunday I had my first solo culinary endeavour in Turkey: cupcakes. A very un-Turkish food. But we were going to a picnic at the American military base, so I figured that cupcakes wouldn't go amiss. And, for the most part, they were fine. It seems that the Turkish icing sugar is a bit more granular than I'd like, but otherwise, the vanilla cupcakes with lemon frosting came out just fine.

Today I did my very first Turkish cooking: Red Lentil Soup, Prawns with Chili and Garlic Chickpea Mash, and Mushroom Salad, followed by red fruit salad with triple sec (my own invention).

My shopping experience was pretty easy; the British Embassy liaison officer took me to a market where I found most of the heavy stuff, and then later I went on my own to the local market to get the produce.

Over-organised as I am, I spent the morning looking up the Turkish words for the ingredients on a website and writing them down next to the English words on my shopping list. It's amazing; in Turkey they seem to play by the rule that whatever the customer wants, the customer gets. I walked into the produce market looking for chilies, rosemary and cress. They had no rosemary in sight, but when I was able to finally communicate to the guy what it was I wanted, he nodded, sauntered off down the street, and reappeared 5 minutes later with rosemary in hand. When I asked for chilies, they only had large, clingfilmed packets of them. When I didn't want the whole thing, he ripped it open and gave me half instead. Sadly, the failure of the trip was the cress; I thought that's what I was buying, but it definitely isn't. I only wish I did know what it was, because then I could google a recipe and make something out of it. As it is, we have a huge (and I do mean enormous) bunch of the stuff and nothing to put it in. In fact, if I can figure out how to upload photos, I'll take on of the mystery green and see if anyone has any guesses as to what it is.

The recipes came out pretty well; my favourite was the lentil soup, A liked the shrimp with chickpea mash, and the mushroom salad was great. It involves marinating the raw mushrooms in garlic and lemon juice for several hours so that the mushrooms effectively become cooked through (like ceviche), and then you use the marinade to make the dressing for the greens.

So far, so good!

Day 1 & 2

I was served a turkey sandwich on the plane from Istanbul to Ankara. I laughed out loud, which woke up the man next to me. He wasn't impressed.

It got me thinking, however, about the bird and the country. Apparently, the Turkish word for turkey (the bird) is hindi, so the country India, which they call Hindistan, is 'land of turkeys' in Turkish. They find this hilarious, but they fail to see the humour when English speakers explain the same is true of their country.

I have decided that for the next three months I am going to work my way through a Turkish cookbook (a la Julie and Julia). I'm hoping that the experience will force me to get out of the house, learn some Turkish, and get over my fear of the kitchen.

I went to buy my Turkish cookbook today and couldn't decide between two different ones, so I am going to be switching between the two. The goal is that on days when I don't have a 'diplomatic engagement' in the evening, I will cook a three course meal. Ambitious, I know. And if that's not enough to occupy me, I'll study for the USMLE (the American medical board exams) in my spare time. Expect some terrible metaphors linking cooking and biochemistry, or some thing equally awful.

I'm hoping to start the first recipes early next week!

Day 0

I have to be up and coherent in less than 5 hours in order to track down my (inevitably errant) minicab, throw the last few things into an already over-limit assortment of luggage, and catch a plane. I should be sleeping, or at least tossing and turning with anticipation. And instead here I am starting a blog, a thing I never thought I'd do.

But I'm about to set off to Ankara, Turkey, to spend my entire summer holiday between first and second year of medical school with my boyfriend. Something tells me this might be an experience worth writing about.

We'll find out.