gray. for how washed out the early sun makes everything seem. you revisit the (outside of the) blue mosque – but this time, it’s early in the morning before the floods of tourists. and it has a completely different atmosphere. then you wander around, because not everything is open.
yellow! red! pink! for when you exit and are reunited with fresh air. you stare at the building in the upper left corner and wonder what kind of person gets to live right next to the hagia sophia!? and it blows your mind that people can live next to extremely important historical buildings.
lavender blues. you end up again at ortakoy. next to the sea. sunny. hungry. which leads to your favorite combination: eating + sun + outdoors. can’t be beat.
periwinkle blue. for the shade that gives you gorgeous lighting for your meze (appetizers). unfortunately, you can’t read the handwriting of the waiter to google what they are… so they will remain nameless for now.
a salad. a dessert. but what really stood out and changed the way you ate was the tartine. your favorite. whether its nutella + sprinkles, tartines just make you incredibly happy.
so in this turkish tartine, from bottom up: the bread from alaçati köy (alaçati village), keçi peyniri (goat cheese), kuru erikli (dried plums), and puşe yumurta (poached egg)
and this is why you take notes. because a few days ago, you recreated this tartine by memory. without your notebook. with four months since that happy moment in turkey. and it was delicious – but it was so wrong. you used apricots instead of plums. you used a cheese that was more spreadable and less fluffly. you added crushed pistachios. you added texas honey. you forgot the egg. it tasted perfect. but you would like to recreate it the correct way, so you add plums and fresh goat cheese to your shopping cart.
brown. for the gooey chocolate sauce on these profiteroles. and here a question comes up. the host claims that it was here, in istanbul, where the profiterole was invented. that is a big thing to claim, especially with a french travel buddy! you try to verify the story but it doesn’t go anywhere.
instead you just focus on the taste. – these are no ordinary profiteroles! less sweet. and of course, the way you eat them. you walk in, grab a plate, and eat the whole thing in five minutes. then depending on how many dirty plates you have, you pay for that many. and unless you keep eating, you are out of the restaurant because someone else with tired legs and a hungry-for-profiterole appetite wants your spot to eat. it’s not necessarily rude that you have to rush, but with a city of twelve million people, seating space is valuable stuff!