On both trips to Turkey, one of C's favourite things to have for a light meal has been gözleme, a wonderful, salty, doughy (and probably very unhealthy) savoury dish, topped with whichever filling you so desire and folded over so the insides are oozing out between the dough. After all, apparently 'goz' in Turkish means compartment, so it follows really.
|You've just goz to try them|
During the most recent trip, up in the mountains near the Aegean coast C stumbled across an Ottoman-inspired eatery, serving up excellent gözleme which were being cooked by a group of older women with headscarves, lined faces and clearly very skilled hands by the side of the cafe. Sitting around a large furnace - a traditional saç griddle (pretty unbearable in August, one would imagine), the women were rolling and cutting and rolling and slapping the dough until it turned into delicious gözleme.
|A dough-licious lunch|
Without a moment's hesitation C took a seat. Having stayed in Ottoman places before in the eastern part of Turkey, she knew the custom, and slipped her shoes off at the entrance to the place before padding over the wooden floors and the Turkish carpets and cosying into one of the cushioned seats on the ground around a low table. This is, and will always be, C's preferred way of dining: there's something utterly relaxing about dining on the floor, cross-legged, surrounded by cushions.
|A slice of heaven|
|Interesting clay cup with obligatory Ayran...|