Ba-bu-ko

Babuko is one of my favorites. the problem is actually that there is nothing really special about it. maybe just childhood memories. and , Ok, yes, sure, it is just delicious...

babuko is a Kurdish word. but the same dish has some other names such as sırın in turkish and zerbet in Armenian. this reminds me our little discussion with Stefanos at the Hungarian cafe about nationalism and food. food and music are the two that nationalism or any kind of otherness has to dissolve in and lose its meaning! and they all live happily ever after...

having said that, have I ever told you before how I envy of your trip? I'm sure you will come across so many stories and their story tellers...by the way, have you read Benjamin's piece on story telling? you'll love it! benjamin is just different!he also has some pieces on memory and recording! I think they would be quite interesting for you! ( yes, I'm nerd!--sometimes--maybe just a little bit more today than yesterday=)

and chicha and bogotá...I would do anything to be a part of this trip!pfpfpfpfppf!

any way..here's babuko....with my aunt's recipe:

ingredients

2 cups of flour

1/2 table spoon salt

1/2 table spoon baking powder

as little water as it would help you to make a tough dough
make the dough and spread it in a tray and bake it.

for the sauce

3 cups of yogurt

1/4 table spoon salt

as much garlic as you want

a little water

mix them all!

and butter...as much as you want.

salted or unsalted.

melt it!

crumble the cake into medium pieces. pour the yogurt sauce. and then pour the very very hot melted butter ( you will hear the sizzling sound)!
yummy!
bon appetite!

Tall Ships

We sailed from Kadıköy to Karaköy to see the exhibition of Tall ships ( http://www.tallshipsturkey.org/) on the coast. We: Önder, Defne, Zala and me-myself-I!After long sleep-dream-sleep of 13 hours (!!!), it was like a deep breath...In spite of the rush hour on th eboat, we were lucky enough to save seats in the open air part of the boat! and of course, Defne was the point of attention of the rest of the paasengers, with her super retro outfit and a fake rose bud that she hold all night!
Tall ship exhibition was just interesting and that's it. At some point we just could not help us to have fun with the giga-picture posters surrounding the exhibit space. This very picture is actually a kind of mirror-image of the real topogrpahy just across the sea:)))
Are not they funny?
Love,
s.

let the blog fly like my red balloon...from harlem to mid-west

Last night, again, I passed out around 10.30. My intention in leaving my desk, full of articles and papers and notes and pens and pencils and markers and staples and mugs, was just innocent: to rest my back and then I would get back to my work. My work= writing my paper. But...but I was in the land of nowhere, with a red balloon....in the end. My red balloon flew me over the upstate to the midwest...I was surrounded by smell of spring, wheat and a hot dog:)
New York is freezing since yesterday...and heating in my apartment was totally active by 6am in the morning.
A new movie for the list....
A new poem...not written by me but fits to the context;)
s.

DREAM

My mother died/In a dream/Last night/And my waking up
Crying/ Reminded me/ Of my crying when/One holiday morning/
My balloon/slipped through/ my fingers/And I watched it
Rise/Into the sky.




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