Some people buy clothes, crafts or nicknacks as souvenirs when they travel. I like to buy food!
While driving in the Peloponnese, I stopped in a small town grocery store to get car snacks and water. Since I think its fun to browse foreign food items, I wandered up and down the short aisles. I happened upon a shelf of these boxes:
I recognized the casserole on the front as Pastitsio – the Greek equivalent of lasagna made with thin tube pasta, meaty sauce and a fluffy topping. So I bought a box. Read more
Happy Thanksgiving! While everyone in America is feasting on Turkey, I thought I show you how I feasted in Turkey. Now enough with the puns, onto the food!
The delicious and ubiquitous grilled pepper
I have to say, overall we ate very well in Turkey! I love that style of cooking and was pleasantly surprised whenever I ordered something that I didn’t quite understand. I’ve already written about fish in Istanbul, sour plums and beautiful stuffed mussels but that’s only the tip of the culinary iceberg! Read more
While most Americans are preparing for some cranberry sauce this Thursday, I thought I’d share some photos from my visit to a cranberry bog last month. There are many independent cranberry growers in the Eastern Massachusetts and Cape Cod area, most of which are open for visitors to purchase fresh berries or for tours. I stopped by Flax Pond Farm, just west of Plymouth and enjoyed learning about the cranberry harvest. Read more
Unmanned delicious stuffed mussels along the pier in Canukkale
While art and history usually drives most of my travel choices, I do like to eat well while I’m on vacation. The flavors become so linked to my memories that one good bowl of tzatziki sends me to the beach in the Southern Peloponnese or a perfectly crispy wienerschnitzel reminds me of the sunny little garden cafe filled with Viennese office workers out to lunch. I dream of recreating these things. I do my best to attempt them over the first month I’m home and then on other random weekends when I get a craving for proper Guinness stew.
Ambrosia Cafe, Grand Bazaar, Istanbul
We stopped at a small cafe in the Istanbul Grand Bazaar to recharge with afternoon baklava and tea. I have no idea where it is located in the market*, but there were textile shops around it – not like that narrows things down. The cafe was clearly run by a father and son who were amused by our fragmented Turkish. The baklava were incredibly good which made me glad we ordered two and hadn’t shared. My apple tea was dried apple pieces prepared in a French Press which tasted like rich apple cider after it had steeped.