Chronicles
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.
We're Home Now.
Perhaps we're all just looking for a table where we can finally say, "I'm home."
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2026 — updated continuouslyWe're Home Now.
Perhaps we're all just looking for a table where we can finally say, "I'm home."
A Turkish Restaurant Is Just a House That Never Stops Having Guests
As we prepare to open our modern Turkish restaurant in Copenhagen, I keep thinking about my mother fluffing cushions, hiding the good towels, and cleaning before the cleaning lady arrived.
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.
What is this cloudy thing ?
How the meyhane table holds food, memory and friendship
Kavata Chronicles
Stray thoughts and glances, at unplanned intervals.
Season, menu, a piece of short prose. What we write before we say it aloud.
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