Ho ho ho. Sorry about that terrible pun, but it is 3am, and apparently we are in the middle of a coup.
I was just about to go to bed when the first news reports came through, so that plan was scuppered. We’ve been glued to the TV for the last few hours, but no-one actually seems to know what is going on. Continue reading “Coup-cakes”
Turkey may be one of the world’s less attractive nations in terms of political and social freedoms, but when it comes to pure geographic and natural beauty, it is breathtaking.
Every time I question why we live here (and, believe me, I did today after being fined 416 lira, plus half as much again in notary fees, and wasting two days of my time, for failing to invite the authorities to my wedding reception), an answer presents itself. Continue reading “Amazing nature”
Yesterday, on what was probably one of the hottest days of the year so far, we joined in with a group of volunteers to take some dogs from our local dogs’ home for a walk to Kyaneai, a Lycian city thought to have been inhabited as far back as 500 BC. Continue reading “Just walking the dog”
We’ve been invited to our friend’s 50th birthday party this evening. Handily, it is being held in Çukurbaĝ – the almond farming village where we own a converted farm cottage, which we rent out during the summer.
Continue reading “Chunky fruit and nut breakfast muffins”
After weeks of balmy weather, today is so blustery it feels more like autumn than spring – very clear skies, a howling wind and lots of white horses on the water (white geese to the Turks). I happened to look out of the window a few moments ago at exactly the right time to spy Diagoras, the Rhodes-Kastellorizo ferry, coming in – that’s the island of Kastellorizo that you can see behind the ferry. Continue reading “A REAL view from my kitchen”
It’s true. We’ve scraped out the last jar of piccalilli. At the beginning of the winter, I made a Piccallilli mountain so vast that it probably qualified for some kind of EU subsidy. It is just the thing to perk up our cheese butties when we go out walking – I used to hate it, but have gradually acquired a taste for it after years of making it for Robin. I still don’t like the bits of cauliflower, but I’m in charge of making the packed lunches, so I just sneak those into Robin’s sarnies. Continue reading “Piccalilli crisis”
We’ve been invited over to our neighbours’ house for dinner this evening, and I’ve been put in charge of pudding.
This week has seen an unusual flurry of social activity and we were also out last night, having dinner with friends visiting from the UK. I must say that I was feeling just a little peaky this morning – not enough hours in bed and probably at least one too many glasses of wine. Eeek. Continue reading “A very lemony pudding”
A bunch of over-ripe bananas in the fruit bowl is a good excuse to make banana bread before our little friends the fruit flies come out in force to check them out and render them inedible.
We have a few charity bake sales coming up, so I can stash them in the freezer ready for the next deserving cause. Continue reading “Banana chocolate cardamom teabread”
Robin has acquired a Fitbit, so we are rather obsessed with the number of steps we are taking – it’s quite astonishing how they add up (over 20,000 yesterday, since you ask). Our house is on three floors and my reading glasses are never on the same level as me, so I am up and down the staircase countless times in a day. A trip from the kitchen to the bedroom is about 100 steps return, so I think my newly-acquired long-sightedness is accounting for quite a lot of calories burned! Continue reading “Walking the Lycian Way”
I love Bakewell Tart in any shape or form. Mr Kipling – tick. Sainsbury’s cherry almond slices – tick. M&S Bakewell – double tick. Anything involving almonds or marzipan is good in my book.
My Bakewell Tart recipe comes from Ceserani & Kinton’s ‘Practical Cookery’. I have the 1979 edition – the year I started at catering college. It is one of my favourite books – the spine has not just cracked, but disappeared completely, the pages held together only with the original glue and quite a lot of different generations of Sellotape – and the pages smell of everything I have cooked over the last 37 years. Continue reading “Bakewell deluxe”