A reminder for Okra. You never know.
My intention in keeping this blog has never been about only and only promoting our gourd lamps and our business.
From the very beginning, I wanted to introduce other gourd artists, other local crafts and other things about our culture and our way of living. Yes, we have a lot of arrogant people (like all races do) but most of us are genuine people, simply trying to make a living and look after the family. Exactly like yourselves.
After living in several countries for over 20 years, I concluded that we are a race misunderstood and a race who can't clearly express themselves.
Alanya, A region of nomadic culture
Although I am not a native of Alanya, I have a lot of respect for anything cultural in this area as the locals here as descendants of a dying race; the 'Youruk Nomads'. And you know what they would do with the calabash before they started crafting them? They would use them as small water tanks to carry water when they were moving from one place to another.
And today, on a nice but slightly rainy Sunday evening in Alanya, I want to write about a little bit of the local cuisine and a vegetable almost forgotten. At the end of the day, we are supposed to be influenced by where we live, where we breathe and even what we eat.
A crafter grew up in a kitchen.
I personally grew up in a kitchen. My mother was renowned for her cooking. I can comfortably say that she has spent more than half of her life in the kitchen either for us, for neighbors, sometimes for her own pleasure. She turned into a small businesswoman who would be cooking orders for customers before she passed away. Her cooking skills were so advanced at that stage.