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Notes from
the kitchen
The chronicle updates at odd hours and in between — short pieces on an ingredient, an evening, an idea that became a dish.
A Turkish Restaurant Is Just a House That Never Stops Having Guests
A memory of cleaning before the cleaner arrives opens into something larger — the compulsion, passed down and relocated, to prepare a house that is always ready for guests. This is how a restaurant begins.
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2026 — updated continuouslyA Turkish Restaurant Is Just a House That Never Stops Having Guests
A memory of cleaning before the cleaner arrives opens into something larger — the compulsion, passed down and relocated, to prepare a house that is always ready for guests. This is how a restaurant begins.
Rice is never just rice
A contract, a captain and a pot of rice became unlikely mirrors for what women are asked to prove. Nesrin traces the weight carried inside a single grain.
The Night I Thought About Mushrooms
A sleepless night becomes an unexpected excavation. One memory, arriving uninvited, refuses to be slept through.
Lost in Istanbul: A Street Food and Wandering Guide
Istanbul resists the guidebook. Nesrin Eren moves through its streets as a returning stranger, tracing the places — and the people — that make the city worth losing yourself in.
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