Tel Aviv Diary: Karen Alkalay-Gut

In the Turkish Kitchen on 3rd Avenue I went totally nostalgic. The names of the foods are different, but the food itself is just like my ex-mother-in-law’s. The bamia – little okra with tomato sauce – and maybe some lamb -oy. The cigars and the kubbe are pretty similar around the middle east, but the custard pie – what Margalit called mehina de leche in Ladino and i keep forgetting in Turkish – is only different in the amount of rosewater, almond oil, and cinammon. I promise to go home and make it immediately. But don’t wait for me – try Turkish cuisine