On Thursday I picked up some ingredients and headed to Burcin's cute little apartment, which she has all to herself. It was extremely windy and rainy, and it turns out I was experiencing my second hurricane since being here. Hurricanes in Germany? What? Apparently the North Sea has them, and because we are only a couple hours away from the coast we experience the edges of their storms. Hamburg got hammered pretty badly, but thankfully nobody died, although the water did rise fifty centimeters. So, Burcin, I want you to know that I would walk through a hurricane to get to you!
Burcin and I both love to cook (and the eating part is a pretty big bonus too), so it was fun sharing a kitchen with a fellow foodie. I also appreciated being able to use an oven, because my kitchen doesn't have one.
After we cooked the food I set the table and started sneaking pictures for my blog while she was still in the kitchen. Taking pictures makes me feel really self-concious, so I always try not to be obvious about it. I went back in the kitchen and Burcin asked if I would think she was crazy for taking pictures of the food. That gave me a laugh.
So we ended up having a food-photoshoot. Before every course we said, "Oh it's so pretty! We need to take pictures of it!" I have to admit it was a bit bizarre, and I felt like a total hipster--for a moment I almost felt like I am actually part of my generation. Weird.
The chicken was ohmygodgood. She marinaded it with dates, onions, and some sort of vinegar (I think) and roasted it. So moist. Then we topped it with the soup, which went really well with the rice and kept it from getting dry.
The filling was really tasty too, although I didn't put in enough whipping cream, so it could have been fluffier. The pie ended up being really thin because of how big the pan was, but that just means there was a bigger area to cut up, resulting in more pieces of pie.
After dinner we ended up talking for quite a while. She is a very deep and insightful person, so when we get talking our conversations last a very long time. This one lasted so long that I was going to have to take a night bus home, because all the trains stop running at eleven. However, I missed my bus, and the next one wasn't until four in the morning. That definitely wasn't happening. So I ended up staying on her very comfortable couch. I had a walk of shame that morning when I slipped out of the apartment while she was still sleeping...
We both had drama class the next morning, and afterward we went back to her place so she could give me some of the left-overs (pie!!!). We ended up talking for a couple of hours and I asked her if she would be willing to do an interview for my blog. She said that she would love to, which I assume was because of my overwhelming charm.
So, do you have any questions for her?
She is Turkish-German and her father (who recently passed away) lived in Turkey, while her mother lives in Germany. She has very interesting insights into assimilation and cultural identity. For those of you who don't know, the situation between the Germans and the Turkish immigrants has many similarities to the Mexican-American debate. She is very good at seeing both sides of the situation and believes in having frank dialogues that directly address the problems.
Speaking of people who are passionate about dialogues, I will have the interview with Olivia in a couple of weeks (after we get back from Spain). So there is still time to submit some more questions in for her! Do it! The more you guys interact with the interviews, the more interesting they will be for you.
That's all I have. Peace out homies!