Tag #125312 - Interview #97653 (Rebeka Evgin)

My mother never went to the market.  She would shop from the vendors who passed in front of our house, and my father would come home with his arms full every evening.  Plastic bags were not invented yet, shopping was done with baskets.  Buying bread from the bakery was my job.  Taking the lahmacuns [A type of thin pizza where ground beef, onions, tomatoes and peppers are spread on a thin round piece of dough, and baked.  This used to be a southern food in the old times.  Today you can find it at every corner in Istanbul] that my mother prepared with kosher beef, to the bakery was one of my chores too.  My mother would prepare sponge cake [a type of cake made with eggs, flour and sugar.  It rises because the eggs are beaten for a while, vanilla extract, mahaleb or mastic can also be added], taking it to the bakery was mine too.  When I remember my childhood days, the scent of the lahmacun and the beautiful sight of the sponge cake come to my mind.