Yamas!

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A premature summer has officially arrived in London, albeit a. badly timed and b. destined to be short lived. By day sun shines brilliantly and in the evenings I open my windows to welcome wafts of jasmine. I can’t complain seeing as its my favorite season, but why couldn’t this have held off until my wedding just weeks away.  This heat is making me lazy and I have so much to do!

With the date fast approaching my sister took us all to Greek restaurant Elysee for an unforgetable hen party, where we smashed plates, threw flowers, drank Ouzo and danced to live music until 4am. It was an absolute fix of the Med right here in Fitzrovia. The next morning (afternoon) as I lay fuzzy headed with bouzoukia still ringing in my ears, my mind wandered back to Crete, a sun-drenched Island I visited with my father last year. I remembered Ergospasio, a taverna we stumbled upon in Elounda, and it’s owner Dimitris who invited us for appetizers and Ouzo, and then became offended when we asked for the bill.

“How dare you try to pay! Just come back some day. You’re always welcome”   Looks like we’d made one more Cretan friend by sharing cheese and olives.  And there was another taverna up in Rogdia, where we ate an amazing Feta Salad and Dakos (rusks topped with tomatoes and cheese) overlooking the entire city of Heraklion. It’s the simple things in life which are the most memorable, be it soaking up the sun, a meal accompanied by live music or, er, cheese!

Well timed then that Yamas! have sent me four lovely samples from their range, helping to appease my taste for the Med. With them I have created three very cheesy, very Greek dishes; Graviera stuffed fennel seed burgers, baked feta with tomatoes and green pepper and courgettes stuffed with smoked feta and bulgur wheat .  Sound complicated? Well, not at all. These dishes are easy.

Yamas! don’t just offer your bog standard feta which seems to be one of only two Greek cheese already widely available.  They aim to make good Greek cheeses more accessible to the UK and beyond, by offering comprehensive, no fuss and fairly priced products. Great website too! Managing director Neil is so passionate about the brand that he constantly travels to Greece and Cyprus ensuring top quality and authentic products.  The range although young, is already widely available, and for Greece’s second favorite cheese Graviera it is the first time it has reached such an audience. The products themselves are of utmost quality: the feta is creamy and not overly aged, the smoked cheese has a subtle smokiness, the Graviera nutty and sweet and halloumi perfect for grilling and not overly salty. All products are good enough for the cheese board yet versatile enough to use in cooking.

Host of My Greek Kitchen, chef Toni Buxton, was also excited by the Yamas! range saying ” It’s wonderful that these cheeses will finally be available in the UK!”

Statistically Greece eats more cheese per person than any other nation! If we take Sophia Loren’s famous saying “All you see I owe to Spaghetti!” and apply in Greek terms, “All you see I owe to cheese”, its no wonder Tonia looks the way she does. I think I’ll be exploring the world of Greek cheeses in more depth.

Now raise your glasses and toast to the summer – Yamas!

One Lovely Blog Award

Thank you so much to fellow food writer Acorn in my Kitchen for awarding me the ‘One Lovely Blog’ award. It really means so much to have my little collection of food thoughts and travel writing appraised, especially by someone who has a large following. Acorn in my Kitchen makes Spanish food sexy.  Like all good cooks, her food is made with love as she acknowledges her Spanish heritage.  Perhaps it is our mutual love of the Mediterranean which has brought us together.  So, as is custom for these types of awards I am to present seven facts about myself and nominate fifteen other bloggers, although because I’m not sure if it is strictly limited to food, I have named the blogs I find particularly good. Here goes:

  • I aspire to discover lost knowledge and antiquity rather than strive to invent something new
  • Fresh figs and ripe persimmons are my favorite fruits
  • Jasmine is my favorite flower
  • My favorite memories always include my sister and my parents
  • I sleep talk – a lot!
  • I believe nothing is final and anything is possible
  • Of all the birds, I believe Robins have the most beautiful song

Here are my nominations for the One Lovely Blog awards:

Kurdish Cuisine  – making Kurdish cuisine accessible to speakers of English.. Finally!

Persian Living – Delightful Persian cuisine, evoking memories from the East (and West London!)

Silvestro’s Salento – Tales from the Puglian Kitchen – fantastic fresh food from the amazing Salento peninsula. Silvestro is the owner and director of The Awaiting Table Cookery School in Lecce, Italy

The Arab Review – Interesting and informative articles about the Arts & Culture of the Middle East.

Beirut Street Photographers – Some great images of street life in Beirut – telling the story of the city by its’ people.

Soli Zardosht – one stylish girl’s love for food, menswear and anything which inspires her.

Digital Scullery – Authentic Greek food like Yiayia used to make, made cool!

Flavour Food & Wine – A look at fresh, wholesome food / drink. I feel healthy just reading the blog – great photography too.

The Daily Cure  – a Quirky food and travel blog. Some great ‘Postcards’

Neigeblanche – Amazing recipes and very inspiring photography, particularly from Morocco.

Italian Foodies - The seemingly idyllic goings on from a very warm Italian kitchen in Ireland.

Assia’s Kaledioscope – Various cultural influences on some great cooking. Flying the flag for Bulgaria!

Mother Pateesa – East meets West in a delicious mosaic of cross cultural dishes.

While Chasing Kids – Interesting recipes with a distinct Russian flavour.

Rita Cooks Italian – Home cooked, good, honest food from the lovely Rita.

I hope you enjoy these sites as much as I do.

Feeling Lucky??

The Perfect Pudding

Rice and Almond Pudding

..for many reasons! I’m stuck at home having been struck down with a mystery throat infection. Almost crying at the thought of surviving on broth and yoghurt until this thing clears, I knocked up a rice and almond pudding yesterday.  Needless to say I managed to lift my spirits with this cooling, sweet dessert.

It’s a cross between a Turkish rice pudding, Sutlac, and Middle Eastern Muhallabi,  milk & almond pudding, which are both served chilled. Most recipes call for full fat milk and cream but I have used semi-skimmed milk which makes this pudding lighter and guilt free.

Click here for my recipe… 

Yeliz’ Lentil Kofte

Murat & Yeliz

My future sister-in-law, Yeliz, made lentil kofte the first time I visited her at home. With her sons whizzing around the house excitably, she brought the kofte to the dinning table narrowly avoiding the stray toy cars in her path. What better way to welcome someone not only into your kitchen, but into your life by preparing a hearty meal and sharing knowledge passed down by my future mother-in-law. I took the knowledge away with me and now my own Mum often asks ‘When are we going to eat those lentil patties again?’

This is the type of meal prepared for large families so it’s no wonder then that my future in-laws eat lentil kofte often. They are your typical large, warm Mediterranean family who come together around the table, conversing late into the night and getting drunk on laughter.

Lentil Kofte

Despite being healthy and substantial, these kofte allow a fun, carefree way of eating; forget knives and forks! Lay one in a lettuce leaf, squeeze a few drops of Lemon juice on top, wrap and enjoy. As always, best eaten in good company!

Click here for my recipe.

A Return to ‘La Cucina Povera’

Here I am some years ago in Cervantes bar, Napoli, about to tuck into a huge bowl of Pasta e Ceci. Every Friday, the dish is the star of the menu. Locals flock to this unassuming backstreet eatery for a bowl of simple, warming and delicious pasta with chickpeas. Whenever me and my family are in town we make sure to join them.

It seems there has been a return to both frugality and simplicity in the restaurant world, with dishes associated with hard times appearing on top eatery menus. ‘La Cucina Povera’ (the Pauper’s Kitchen) has become trendy! In the South of Italy where hardship has more or less always prevailed, dishes using stale bread or legumes such as Panzanella and Pasta e Fagioli have always been a necessity yet remained both loved and revered.

Click here for my Pasta e Ceci recipe. Using leftover handfuls of different types of pasta and chickpeas which are always readily available and highly economical, this dish is filling, tasty and inexpensive to make. It’s cousin of sorts to Pasta e Fagioli, another frugal dish of pasta with beans much-loved in Italy. You can make it to a thick soup consistency, or as a sauce slathered pasta dish – it depends how much water you use. As long as there is plenty of olive oil and garlic it will be tasty either way.

Long live la Cucina Povera!

Simple and Moorish – Farinata / Karantita

This frugal dish is authentic in its simplicity and makes for a substantial, economic and tasty meal.

Out of all the dishes to come from the Mediterranean,  I adore those which exemplify the movement and oneness of its people. Although made by many hands, essentially this dish remains baked chickpea flour batter, embellished with localised flavours.

Named Farinata di Ceci in Liguria, it is also known as Karantita / Karane / Kalinti in North Africa and Calentita in Gibraltar. It is also a testament to my second favorite saying ‘Una Faccia, Una Pancia‘ – One Face, One Belly!

I like to eat this dish when still warm, either topped with a light salad (think healthy pizza!) or with Harissa paste in a sandwich. Any spicy pepper or tomato sauce such as Luteniza or Aivar will do equally as well!

Click here for easy recipe…

Fuss Free Sauce – Spaghetti alla Carrettiera

A good pasta sauce is not always the result of slaving over a hot stove. Spaghetti alla Carrettiera uses a few basic, raw ingredients which result in a juicy and flavoursome meal.

This quick, no fuss dish is the sort of thing you’d find at road stops, hence the name ‘Carrettiera’ – Cart-Driver.

My father makes a version called Crudaiolo where cubed mozzarella and thin slices of celery are used instead of anchovy fillets.

Read on for recipe…

Una Faccia, Una Razza!

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It’s a saying which shaped the foundations of NazarBlue and a philosophy in which I have always believed; One face, one race.

Wherever I am in the Med I’m overcome with the same emotions: a sense of nostalgia invoked by musical laments, a sense of exhilaration from pulsating cities, and insatiable hunger spurred on by tempting street food. The air is thick and perfumed with pine resin, the crickets rasp in arid shrubbery and socialising is almost always centered around good food and wine. A plate of fried Calamari on the seafront is a must, cats with huge begging eyes lurk under taverna tables and swipe at falling scraps. Siesta time ceases with the whirrs of moped engines. People converse on lantern lit terraces with waving hands and raised voices. It doesn’t matter whether I’m in Italy, Greece or Istanbul, the scenes are always the same.

‘One Face, One Race’ is a saying which acknowledges the similarities between Italians and Greeks. In fact, I believe it can be said for any of the Mediterranean’s people who have been both unified and separated by slithers of sea. With the shifting of borders as empires advanced then retreated, cultures intermingled and languages, music and food were shared.

Some may patriotically claim Baklava, Turkish Coffee, and Falafel to be theirs, but in disregarding language barriers we can see a common knowledge and mutual love. Ouzo, Raki, Arak and Sambuca may go by different names but essentially it is consumed in the same way. Meze, Mezzeh, Tapas and Antipasti are a way of life. Pizza as we know it hails from Napoli, yet what influenced this iconic food? Well, how about Greek Pitta bread or Turkish Pide – flat breads with various toppings. Then there is Manoush from the Eastern Med. Could the most famous dish from the chaotic port city have its origins further East? Even the most frugal of dishes add a sense of pattern to the Med’s colourful mosaic. Farinata di Ceci, wet dough made from seasoned chickpea flour and baked with plenty of olive oil, is particular to Liguria. However Karantita from Algeria and Calentita from Gibraltar are both of uncanny similarity.

It is rainbow season in London: The blustery winds are relentless and storms seem to roll pass often, appeased once in a while by brilliant bursts of sun. Last Saturday as I took shelter in my flat I sorted through my DVD collection and decided to watch Mediterraneo, a hilarious Italian film about a group of soldiers who are sent to a Greek Island during WWII. They find themselves stranded when after becoming intoxicated with Opium supplied by a Turkish fisherman, they come too and discover their arms and transport have been stolen. The Italians soon forget their duties and ease into Island life, accidentally missing the fact the war ended some three years before.

‘Una Faccia, Una Pancia!’ one soldier says mocking the hefty appetite that Greeks and Italians share. One face, one belly! It’s not only appearance which unifies the Mediterraneans, it’s their mutual love of food too.

Here’s a more in-depth explanation of Una Faccia, Una Razza, written by my lovely sister.

The Force Behind It All.. Kismet!!

Kismet

Every life is full of ups and downs – of tragedy and comedy, choices, longing, ambition. The saying ‘Life is what we make it’ rings true in some respects, but what about the things beyond the grasps of our control? We are constantly plagued by decisions whose outcomes will help determine our future, yet unexpected situations arrive on our doorstep, some welcome and others absolutely uninvited.

At times of turmoil, desperate attempts to resolve a troublesome situation serve purely as a tool of self-destruction. When we realise that there is simply nothing we can do to help ourselves, we’re forced to accept that certain things are out of our control.

I believe that contentedness is born from acceptance. Acceptance comes after reflection and crisis. Sometimes crisis is necessary to find out who we are and what we’re capable of and on reflection we realise that a series of happenings has led us to the present situation. Consequences of events, whether good or bad, decipher our destiny. A sense of calm becomes us when we give up trying to fight against the powers that be. Everything will be OK, it always is in the end.

So what is the name of the force behind it all? Kismet.  It’s a force which hushes the storm within, it’s the concept which erases frowns and etches smiles.

I’ve mentioned the word Kismet before on NazarBlue, now I want to share my story with you to illustrate its meaning.

Read about a sequence of events so interwoven, it simply has to be fated…   Read On…

A Breakfast Ritual – Turkish / Balkan Style

During a blistering Balkan summer, mornings greeted me with a delightful breakfast spread. Coffee, sizzling beef sausage, fried eggs and buttery peppers perfumed the air and awoke me from my heat induced slumber before I could even open my eyes.  Empty water drums clanged excitedly waiting in turn to be filled by a temperamental tap. Strays barked from dusty dirt roads in the near distance and the family Cockerell ended his doolde-doo on a bizarre flat note as if the heat had exhausted him too. As a guest I didn’t want to out stay my welcome as I was used to pulling my weight but my offer of a helping hand was politely refused. Eating in the open air under the shade of vines, we picked from a spread which took up the entire length of the table. Red and white checks poked out from small gaps between sun dappled plates.  The elderly bumbled to and from the table as they pleased and kids unable to sit for long were soon distracted by the rural landscape’s hidey holes.

In Crete, the ritual of breakfast continued. Even bigger, more elaborate spreads became us complete with a backdrop of sparkling sea. Then in Istanbul as we sat at the table bleary eyed from perhaps a touch too much Raki the night before, the early afternoon call to prayer floated on the air reminding us we’d risen later than intended.  After the food was cleared away Murat’s sister prepared syrupy coffee, serving not only as a digestif but as a talking point as she read our fortunes from the empty cups.

The breakfast ritual is one worth keeping as long as it’s practiced in good company. Here’s how I intend to keep it going in not so sunny London..

Read on…