Monday, 14 June 2010

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!

Saturday, 12 June 2010

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!

Thursday, 10 June 2010

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.