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Tuesday, September 13 2011 , Your time is 15:58:00
Just as I was ready to write another spring article, I woke up to a frosted morning.
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Eggs have fascinated people since a long time. Their perfect form, smooth and round, firm and fragile, containing the start of a life have always mesmerized the human being.
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In this column I once wrote a recipe for “hindi tandır,” which is turkey tandoori. It was a piece on Thanksgiving inevitably tackling with the etymology of turkey and how as a country we got doomed with being forever associated with that American bird
“Liparidas!”… Remembering the word, her face instantly lights up with joy. She travels back to her childhood in Ortaköy, a neighborhood once densely populated by Jews in Istanbul.
The first sign of spring will be falling today. In my childhood, I remember the dates marking the change of seasons were closely guarded.
It has been three years since I’ve been a part of the Ski Club International des Journalistes (SCIJ). This year’s meeting is in France, at Val Cenis, a ski resort close to the Italian border
Carnival is all about excess and indulgence, the last craze on binge eating and drinking before Lent starts.
Everybody in Turkey must have seen the scenes of the insanely surreal slaughter of oranges recently.
Rose of the World! That was her name. Gülcihan; when literally translated, “gül,” meaning rose in Turkish, and “cihan” is world.