I don’t need to open my eyes to know it’s still dark outside. I wrap the blanket a little tighter around my body while trying to hit the “snooze” button as quickly as possible. But before the alarm hits off again, I already slip out of bed to make my way into the kitchen. I’ve come to learn that there is nothing worse then getting up at a cold and dark winter night, than being stressed out on a cold and dark winter night. I usually trick myself into getting up on time by treating myself to a piping bowl of porridge. Right now I’m back at millet, one of my favorites ever since turning my back on wheat. I always add coconut oil and turmeric to it. The base itself provides me with just enough of the nutritional goods to keep me going until lunch. To make it more fund I add some crunch and mix the bitter from the raw cocoa nibs with the mild sweetness of the rice mal syrup.
And boy, isn’t it really beautiful to look at too? It looks like the whole universe unfolding right in front of me.
What’s your secret to getting up on time these days?…
The word is out: Last week I gave my final approval for my very own cookbook to go into print, but my small chipmunk heart is still pounding like mad. Between writing posts, testing recipes and the usual chaos here in Istanbul, I somehow forgot that the real excitementis only just about to begin. Writing a cookbook on the quiet is one thing. But waking up everyday to your good wishes, knowing that there are people now actually waiting for my cookbook to bet published, that’s pretty absurd.
To be honest, I am not the only one reconsidering our initial, resistance-free plunge into the Turkish eating culture, after having arrived in the land of milk and honey (see also “
Willkomen in Fructopia! In dieser kleinen Welt dreht sich alles um ein gesünderes Leben ohne Fructose, ohne Zucker, ohne Weizen. Schön, dass ihr da seid! 
