

These days, when opening my browser I’m looking at around 20 open tabs. Each one of them contains beautifully written blog posts and stunning recipes that I’d like to try, tinker around with and cook as often as needed for them to be presentable right here to you, yes you. Basically, I am constantly thinking about cooking, discovering new ingredients and food in general. Then I check my weekly schedule, trying to find time slots to take plans into action and continue working on the tasks I failed to complete due to my current workload. Sigh. Right now I work every single day. By work I mean working for other people, doing jobs that lead nowhere, that don’t lighten up my hard, that don’t make me want to work all through the night to finish and present to the world.
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Last year, during my initial phase of going gluten free I reflected not only on my wheat consumption but also on my diet in general. I figured that I was consuming a lot more dairy here in Istanbul than I used to do back in Berlin. Since moving here I had yoghurt for breakfast every single morning, drank many, many café lattes and ate lots of salads topped with loads of feta cheese. Everybody knows, too much of anything is never good, so I felt the urge to put a halt on this. In the back of my head I developed this thought that just maybe I could hit two birds with one stone: Going gluten and dairy free at the same time. I mean, why not? I was about to change my diet completely anyway, right?




