Word: crepes
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Dates: during 2000-2009
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...barely swallowed the first bite of my brunch crepe the next morning when the lettering on one of the other patron’s shirts caught my eye. In huge block letters, so large that even I, stubbornly myopic, could make them out with little difficulty...
...roadside stop, there's a stall selling gozleme?the flat bread native to the region. A mixture of feta cheese, parsley, vegetables and spices is wrapped in dough and sizzled over a hot griddle until perfectly crisp. Gozleme is tangier than an Indian paratha, more robust than a French crepe, and altogether delicious...
...nearly every roadside stop, there's a stall selling gozleme - the region's extraordinary flat bread: a mixture of feta cheese, parsley, vegetables and spices wrapped in dough and sizzled on a griddle until crisp. Gozleme is tangier than an Indian paratha, more robust than a French crepe and altogether delicious. Cappadocians eat gozleme for breakfast, lunch and dinner (usually with a refreshing glass of ayran, a frothy yogurt drink). Newer restaurants in the area offer variants stuffed with eggplant or mushrooms. While purists scoff at such modern interpretations and argue that there can only be three types of gozleme...
...detect envy and little hope for the future. The manager at a pizza shop I frequent bemoans his abundance of education (a masters degree) as worthless, considering he makes $500 per month and still can’t get a British, Canadian or American visa. The guy at the crepe place is saving up his money to try to bribe a poor American girl into marrying him for six months so he can get a green card. His friends ply the internet every night on the lookout for anyone who introduces herself in a chat room...
...chocolate pecan pie are but a few of the choices. As Chef Le Pet Omaine has predicted, we have indeed become couchons (pigs). The taste of sugar is starting to make me slightly sick, but my brain shuts down most thought processes and directs me toward a fruit crepe and other less chocolate-oriented choices. My temporary loss of language faculty doesn’t bode well for those looking to make the Chocolate Tour a date-event—although it certainly removes the onus of making good conversation...