It didn’t look very different from any other pide I’d eaten over the years actually. Perhaps the dough was a little thinner, more like that of a lahmacun than a normal pizza. Perhaps the cheese was a little less obvious. But of course there was a curious shimmer to it.This was,...
In front of the entrance to Eğirdir’s magnificent Dundar Bey Medrese Tahir Usta is stirring a vast cauldron of a curious yellow paste. I peer into it suspiciously. There are patches of oil on the top and pistachios floating haphazardly round the edges. “What is it?” I ask. “Irmak helva,” comes the reply. For...