Food and memory are tied up in kitchen twine together in my heart. Somehow, one does not seem to follow well without the other. I’ve had memories and I’ve had meals; but the moments that seem to ripple the strongest against my internal sounding board are those where the two…
The Suitcase Foodist Travels: Eating Our Way Through Istanbul
Greg and I flew into Istanbul from Rome. Late. We flew into the Asian side – so we had to take a bus for an hour to get to the modern European side. From there we had to take a taxi (a harrowing experience) to the Old City where we…