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Summer means one thing. . .


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First of all, sorry for the infrequency of posts recently; I had been travelling in Cappadocia and Bodrum (of which I shall blog in detail at a later date). But now I'm back in Istanbul - J has arrived in town, I have various other friends in town, therefore over the last few days I made the following purchases:

  • One Barbecue (made in China)
  • 2.5 kg (5.5 lbs) of cubed beef and 1.2 kg (2.6 lbs) of lamb chops. My butcher is a true artist. The man is a bloody genius with a knife. After expertly trimming and cubing my beef entrecot, he chopped the lamb, hacked off the end of the bones, and smashed the chops with a tenderizer.
  • Skewers
  • Potatoes and eggplants (for a curry)
  • Large green chilis you only get in Turkey
  • Salad ingredients
  • Eggs, flour and strawberries in order to make a shortcake
I marinated the meat last night in indian spice while a friend did the baking for the shortcake. This evening, I'm going to fix the salad and cook up a nice curry, fire up the grill, pop a cold one and throw on some Tupac. Then a dozen of my friends are going to taste their first Mishkaki.

Cause that's how I roll.


1 Responses to “Summer means one thing. . .”

  1. Anonymous Ace 

    I hope you marinated the lamb chops in the delicious marinade I taught you:

    1/2 bottle of red wine
    Ground Cumin
    Garlic Paste
    Mint
    Red Chili
    Salt
    Pepper
    Touch of sugar

    Sounds like a helluva bbq. Great purchase. I'm dying for a some real bbq. Can't get that where I am in China right now.

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